Posts Tagged ‘personal memories’
Happy Father’s Day
My dad was a self-made tall tale. To hear him talk about his exploits as a young man growing up in the sticks of northeastern North Carolina you’d think he was Casey Jones and Paul Bunyan wrapped up in one.
Everything was larger than life with him. He fished better, hunted smarter, and split wood faster [...]
A Memorial: 3 Short Writings
THE ONES IN THE MIDDLE
We’d cross the road – my mother, grandmother, great-aunt and us three girls – armed with hoes and rakes, and a thing we called the bush hook, which was like an overgrown machete on a stout stick.
The late May sun, beating us like it was already summer, would just about disappear [...]
