Author: Alyce Faye Bragg

The Katydids were hollering loudly last night, just as they have been for awhile. Their quarrelsome din echoes back and

Autumn seems to have stretched forth her hand and is displaying her beautiful flowers in our hills. The official date

July 4, 2016 will be one holiday that will live on in the memories of many people. Some folks are

The hot rays of the summer sun beat down upon us yesterday, as spring gathered her floral skirts about her

It seems that the viney honeysuckles are always blooming on the banks of Clay at graduation time. Its yellow and

May has gathered her full green skirts about her and left our hills, allowing June to enter with her roses,

It has been 63 years ago, since I graduated from high school. The viney honeysuckle is climbing over the banks

The waters of William’s River run swift and cold. It rushes around huge boulders, cresting in white spray and moves

“LIFE BEGINS AT 80”—Author UnknownWe oldsters surely get away with a lot just because we’ve managed to keep breathing longer

REMEMBERINGby Hazel Bias Browning(With apologies to Thomas Hood)Ah, I remember, I rememberThat company house where I was bornDeep in a

The earth is waking up from its long winter’s sleep and is coming to life once more. Over the hills,

The sun is shining brightly on this spring day, with a restless March wind blowing through the budding maple tree.

February has left the hills, and no one seems sorry to see her go. She has always been a hard

The sun is shining brightly from a deep blue sky on another winter day, although it is cold and frost

Winter has opened February’s door with icy fingers and allowed snow and frigid winds to enter our hills. We shiver

THE WINDAT MY CABIN DOORBy Ross David Fortner, Jr. Howl, mighty Wind,Breath of winter come, knock upon my cabin door.Beckon

The beginning of a brand new year puts most folks in a reflective mood-pondering over the past year and wondering

I am back in the old Jenny Lind house of my childhood, and it is almost Christmas time. Waves of

Blue skies and sunshine grace the last of our November days, yet there is a sharp bite in the air

The melancholy days are come,the saddest of the yearWith wailing winds and naked woods,and meadows brown and sere.Heaped in the

Afar on the blue horizon,The infinite, tender sky,The ripe, rich tints of the cornfieldAnd wild geese flying high.All over upland

Matthew 5:44-45 “But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you. Do good to them that

LIFE-LONG TIES OF FRIENDSHIPMEMORIESBy Frank S. M. SamplesWe are held in wonder as our years have left us old,Of the

August has been called the bridge from summer to autumn. Well, we’ve crossed over now, and autumn can come in

Summer’s ragged petticoat is showing as we slowly but surely drift toward autumn. Cornstalks are dying and turning brown, while

The evening sun dips below the horizon as another hot and humid day comes to a close. A pink tinge

Summer sun is blazing down on our August days, but here and there are definite hints of autumn soon to

Summer simmers along like the monotonous chirr of a jarfly, but here and there hints of autumn to come are

The thunderstorms keep coming, the grass keeps growing, the garden is saturated, and still it rains. Some of the vegetables

June’s blue moon shone last night, although at 5 o’clock this morning it was full and orange. Matthew called me