We Thank Thee

For flowers that bloom about our feet,
For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet,
For song of bird, and hum of bee,
For all things fair we hear or see,
Father in heaven, we thank Thee.

For blue of stream and blue of sky,
For pleasant shade of branches high,
For fragrant air and cooling breeze,
For beauty of the blooming trees,
Father in heaven, we thank Thee.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~

Books

A room without books

is like a body without a soul.

~ Cicero ~

 

November 22, 1963

I was twenty-three years old when President John F. Kennedy was assasinated on November 22, 1963, and I cannot begin to tell you how horrible that day was.  I posted about it five years ago:  Blowin' in the Wind.

Like all Americans, my husband and I were glued to the television, and to this day, when I hear "Hail to the Chief," I am swept back in time to our young President's funeral where the Air Force band played the anthem on the steps of the rotunda. 

I was brought to tears.  Again.

Little Girls

 

My great-granddaughter, Kamryn


Little girls are made of sunshine
and cupcakes and fresh morning dew,
And these are the reasons, little one,
why everyone loves you.

~ Karen Barnes ~ 

Update: Murder at the P. O.

My short story, "Murder at the P. O.," is now online.  It's in the inaugural issue of Blank Fiction Magazine, Page 37. 

This is my first attempt at writing a murder mystery, and I really enjoyed it. 

I hope you enjoy it as well.