In the years before my father died, my brother and I would often ask him what he wanted us to do when his time came, and he would usually answer the same way, “Have me cremated, put me in a shoe box and stick me up on a shelf in the closet.” Although, one time,Continue reading “Cemeteries Are For The Living”
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It’s been quite awhile since I have been over to the Renwick House to get any real work done over there, and even longer since I have written a blog post, so as I am sitting here this morning, waiting for my tea to steep and provide me with the kick in the arse IContinue reading “Still Got Some Songs In The Walls”
Today is the 12th anniversary of what I call my “rebirth” day. This is a story that I haven’t shared with many people. My youngest daughter, Raylynn, likes to call me “extra”, so now that I am finally ready to tell the tale, why not tell it to the world via the internet? On theContinue reading “;My Story Isn’t Over”
During the 1800s, before emancipation, there were many secret codes to help slaves escape to freedom. Lanterns, gestures and quilts all were signs, but slaves shared most of their information through songs. While I will get more in depth about these codes in future posts, I wanted to share some of the lyrics of aContinue reading “Discovering Your True North”
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