Weeping

Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart

 do not know how to laugh, either.

  ~ Golda Meir ~

 

The Sacrifices He Made



Tommy J. Wilson

My father never much liked having his picture taken.  I finally found this one Gina took in 1988.  He was down in the Mississippi River Bottoms where he farmed, like generations of Wilsons before him.  He loved working the land.  But as the family grew, he took a job in Paducah to make ends meet. 

I miss you, Daddy.  Words cannot express how much I appreciate the sacrifices you made for us.

Southerners' Memories: A Time Machine

 

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They say we Southerners live in the past. That, they say, is our problem; the past is dead, Faulkner or no Faulkner.

I guess I could try to explain, to tell them that for us memory is not an inventory, not a catalog of events, but a time machine. It lifts us off the dull treadmill of grown-up responsibilities to a time of adventure and wonder. The past is not dead, and so the dead are never really gone. We resurrect them, daily, for one more story, one more buck dance or ball game, or one more cast into the cool water.

Rick Bragg

  Southern Living Magazine

The Real Meaning of Memorial Day

The dead soldier's silence sings our national anthem.

~ Aaron Kilbourn ~

 

Love Knows No Limits

Christian

On Writing

Get yourself a notebook and write in it every night for two weeks.  Then stop if you can.  If you can't, you're a writer.

 

~Charles Ghigna~

 

Life Is Like Coffee.

Savor the coffee, not the cup.