We had a weekend visitor a few weeks ago. My mother. I’m grateful to still have my mother, but I really miss my Mom. My mother seemed happy the weekend she was here. She was chatty and engaging. She was comfortable doing with us whatever we did. She sat on the front porch in the […]
My memory isn’t what it use to be. Yet I have very vivid specific memories. I remember my very first day of kindergarten at Riverside Elementary. I recall sitting next to Delia Pulliam. She had her pony tail on the side of her head, which I thought was very cool. She was my very best […]
I never had children of my own. It use to bother me when I was in my 30’s. Once I reached my 40’s I put it behind me. My life has been full of children. Nieces, nephews, cousins, etc. I come from a rather large family on my mother’s side. For a while every time […]
My sister and I are eleven months apart. I was born in the last week of December in 1961 and she was born in the first week of December of 1962. So while my mother was waiting on the arrival of her very fist baby during the Christmas of 1961, she never imagined that a […]
Here’s something you probably don’t know about me. I was once in a fight outside the Taco Bell on University near the intersection of University, Camp Bowie, and 7th Street. I’m not talking about a yelling, screaming, hair pulling girl fight, but a knock down, fisticuff, call the cops fight fight between three of us and […]
My mother was born in Oklahoma in Roger Mills County to George and Velma Nelson. She was the fourth of thirteen children. They moved to Texas when she was about twelve and they only had eleven children at that time. Before leaving they stopped at my great-grandmother’s house for lunch. After departing there and driving […]
I grew up in the Riverside area of Fort Worth, just west of downtown. In the 60’s and 70’s growing up in Riverside was sort of like growing up in a small town. At the post office, gas station, grocery store, hardware store, or just about any where, people knew who your were. We even […]
One year, I can’t quite remember when, but I was in elementary school, my dad planted about half an acre of blackeyed peas. It may not have been that much.. But it was at least a quarter acre. Why he did this I don’t know. I wish I could ask him. What we did with […]