I felt pure bliss.
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”
“How dare he! Marvayle at my weaknesse, does he?” She fumed once she fled to the safety of her room. “Men call it a weaknesse when a woman uses common sense to measure what is best for a family.”
Amidst rolling hills, Dorset, England appeared to be a tranquil village in the middle years of the seventeenth century. Sheep grazed on green landscapes, and fields of flax and hemp blew softly along the countryside. Fisherman journeyed to open waters along the Dorset Coast, looking for a day’s catch of cod. Ship builders created vessels to use on the open seas. Around the village, production took place as crafters made rope and cloth. Still, uncertainty bubbled about this small community. As pious arguments emerged between churchgoers, villagers longed to escape religious doctrine. Others desired new lands as the hamlet’s population increased, and as crops failed, for now work was hard to come by. Continue reading “Motherhood — All for Family”
“I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch….
When I was a little girl, my room was off the kitchen, so I often heard my mom bustling around the kitchen in the early hours before she would wake us up for school. While she was making the morning coffee and preparing for the day, she would often sing her favorite childhood songs. Her humming and her singing were such a great start to my day. It was like burrowing under a favorite comforter while knowing some time remained to enjoy its soothing warmth. It was comforting and cozy. Continue reading “Singing with Mama”
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”
Mama would often tell stories about family. One person she would often talk about was her great grandfather, William (Wilhelm) Strassburg. William was born in Prussia on January 9, 1861 to August Fredrick Strassburg and Mary Eva Mudth.
According to the tales, William told his grand daughter, he came to this country when he was just a small boy. He told my mom that he snuck on board a ship and traveled alone. According to mama, he had a broken arm that did not heal correctly; he told her that he received this injury in World War I while fighting for his new country that he loved so very much. Continue reading “Spinning Yarns”