All of my life, I have loved the water. During my childhood, I grew up in Alameda, California, an island in the San Francisco Bay. Most days, I could be found near the seashore or in the nearby swimming pool. My mom put me in swimming lessons at a young age after she found me swimming in a child’s pool while wearing a long skirt. I was pretending that I was a mermaid. Some of my fondest memories have revolved around water and the beaches that I so desperately miss. Continue reading “Chronic pain: I Should Have Been a Mermaid”
“do not wake the children.”
At six foot two, this large man could hold his own, and he wasn’t afraid to stand firm in his beliefs. He lived by his own convictions even when his ideals went against the norm. This man was always outspoken and always controversial; Samuel Houston has continued to live on as one of our nation’s most imaginative and outrageous characters. He was born on March 2, 1793 in Timber Ridge, Virginia to his parents, Samuel Houston and Elizabeth Paxton. His father died when he was thirteen years old, and his mother moved the family to Tennessee and settled the family on a farm in Maryville. Since he did not enjoy working on his family farm, he escaped his older brother’s efforts to train him as a farmer. In time, the young rebel ran away and lived with a local Cherokee tribe, and he was given the name “Black Raven.” He lived with his new family for about three years, so he learned their customs and their language. Continue reading “The Legendary Samuel Houston”
While sorting through pictures, I have discovered more photos without names and dates.
This photo was taken in Detroit, Michigan. As a child, I remember my grandmother talking to a cousin about twin girls, and I think they were talking about the La Duke side of the family. Continue reading “Who are They? Part Two”
Tonight I am writing with a heavy heart, my sweet younger brother, Dave, left this world for the next. Today, as my family grieves together, all I could imagine was his reunion with our mama! I told family members, wish I could be a mouse in the corner to witness that precious reunion. Continue reading “Missing David”