Near Canon City, Colorado, the Royal Gorge Bridge sits on a 360 acre parcel of land that attracts tourists from around the world. This bridge crosses a gorge that is over 950 feet above the Arkansas River. Until 2001, this bridge was the highest bridge in the world. Continue reading “The Royal Gorge Bridge”
Laughter behind closed doors sent shivers, and when explored, opened doors would not always close, no matter how hard we pushed on them.
While living on the small island nestled in the San Francisco Bay, I often overheard bizarre tales of supernatural events that took place in some of the Victorian homes around Alameda. As a skeptical teenager, I would listen politely but believed such events only transpired in the overactive imagination of the “storyteller,” that is until strange things began happening in my own home. Continue reading “The Ghost on Lincoln Avenue”
For me, Hotchkiss, Colorado is more than just a place on the map or a spot on the road; it’s a place of dreams and promises, where pioneer families came, built their homes and left a legacy. Continue reading “Finding My Way Home”
Questioning if this will be the last time—
a glimmer fills the darkness
As a father and step father, my grandfather David cared for twenty children!
My great great-grandfather, David Allen, was a farmer and a rancher for most of his life. My grandfather was born in Somerset County, Pennsylvania in 1810, and his parents were Philip and Nancy “Ann” Wilcox. By the time he was four years old, his family was living in Monroe County, Ohio. Continue reading “Yours, Mine and Ours – Twenty Kids!”
the mighty Rocky Mountains–
John 13:34-35 A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”
gentle rolling hills
lead to serene valleys and
blissful mountain tops
Layered – The Daily Post
As a child one afternoon, I remembered sitting quietly in my grandmother’s living room and listening to her talk to about her family. For many years after her mother died when she was so young, she didn’t have very much information about her family. Since some of the talk was for adults only, I was sent to another room where, I admit, I eavesdropped their conversation. One name that came up time after time was Uncle Walter. This kind man, who never married, always cared for his many family members and shared his home to all who needed a place to live. Continue reading “Uncle Walter”