Over the years I’ve created all sorts of Christmas stockings: golf courses, bowling pins, light bulbs, dog bones – you name it. I’ve also beautifully embroidered a few that are very special to
A good friend of mine, Blaine, was a World War II veteran. He was one of the most patriotic men I knew, even if he had many reasons not to be.
As a young man, Blaine, like many others his age, found
We remember the first Thanksgiving Day
Started by the pilgrims so far away
In Europe, they faced discrimination
Because of their religious orientation
They decided to move in their desperate
The holiday season is also the season of giving and a time to share smiles with those around you. As you gather to drink hot cocoa and sing carols with family and friends, it’s important to remember
You read a lot of them in the newspapers and online these days: Estate auctions and tag sales with the word DOWNSIZING prominently in the title to alert the readers that whole lifetimes of possessions
Some say Halloween is for children. But they haven’t met my friend, Rod King.
You see, Rod is a cardboard craftsman. He can fashion about anything out of cellulose fiber. He’s made tunnels, hills,
Where has the time gone? It hardly seems possible that ten years have gone by since I wrote my first column for the Waynedale News. I clearly remember how it all began: Former 4th District Councilman
Twilight trails dusky fingers across the land tonight, cooling the edges of the sun-scorched day and bringing night to the hills once more. There is a definite note of fall felt in the air now, reflected
When I first met my wife, she was a music major and played in a dance band. I was in athletics. My children have tended to follow their mother’s interests more than mine. Every one of them is an excellent
“Silence is golden” is a proverbial saying often used in circumstances where it is thought that saying nothing is preferable to speaking. That proverb could apply today for many cell-phone users.
Once again, I had a great time at the Maumee Valley Antique Steam & Gas Association Show. The corn-on-the-cob still at $1 an ear was great and the quilt show was full of wonderful vibrant quilts.
As the college football season approaches I think how Band Alumni of Notre Dame (B.A.N.D.) are invited about every four years to participate in a band reunion at a football game.
It’s a wonderful experience
I knew that Brent had gone on an extended vacation, so when he returned, I asked him how it went.
“Well, I learned some things about myself, and I also learned some things about my family and what
It was a beautiful Friday afternoon when my friend Priscilla and I headed to Marion, Indiana to meet Marianne Fons and Liz Porter on the eve of their induction into the Quilters Hall of Fame.
I was only
Way back in 1963 there was an American epic comedy film titled “It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World” starring Spencer Tracy about the madcap pursuit of $350,000 in stolen cash by a diverse and colorful
It’s summer time. The summer solstice, the longest day of the year, the day when day and night are of equal length, has passed. Now every day is a few minutes shorter though the difference is not
I wanted to take time to address one of the biggest one’s I personally feel is affecting more people than anything else currently.
The world of “Social Media” is mentally breaking us down post
On a recent Saturday morning the door at Born Again Quilts opened and in walked Karen Rydman of Ossian. Karen announced that she has been wanting to come visit BAQ for a long time since she had been
My cousin Becky loves gardening about as much as I do. We often compare notes on what works and what doesn’t.
“How do you do on your tomatoes?” she asked.
“Oh, I do okay,” I said.
“Do you do
When I was in graduate school at Northwestern University near Chicago, I took a photography course. What a revolting development my final project turned out to be.
We’re talking a long time ago when
Recently I went to a garage sale promoted for people interested in fabric, sewing or quilting items: No one else need come. I was intrigued by the classified and figured it would be worth a stop. Not
My daughter was in her mid-teens—those years when young people think that their parents don’t know too much. She chafed at the requirements of home, having to do chores, having a set time for bed,
I was going to go see Pokémon Detective Pikachu this week because it looked absurdly adorable. Then, I saw that the first film adaptation of Shirley Jackson’s We Have Always Lived in the Castle was