Month: July 1995

It was one more wearing day of Vacation Bible School when the lid blew on our summer doldrums. Many of the VBS workers had husbands or sons working at Lion Oil when the fire began. Other dashed in to help as soon as they knew. One of the VBS teachers was driving down Arkansas 15…

Biggest stop sign in El Dorado and I was too pre-occupied to notice it. Of course the city police were trying to increase the public’s awareness of the stop sign that day. I paid my fine and asked to take a defensive driving class to expunge the deed from my record. That was another $25…

I love to watch people’s faces when I say, “I found it at a garage sale.” If the listener is a garage sale-er, the face lights up and we swap stories of great finds. If I see a startle reflex and mental search for the right words, followed by “My, isn’t that nice.” I know…

As the care quietly drives down the street, a tightly wrapped package is thrown at our driveway. In the still, uncluttered hours before dawn as we sleep, our paper carrier works. I know what the job is like. A decade ago, my husband moonlighted as a newspaper carrier. His first month, I went along and…

Gathering up scraps of plywood, sticks and stones, my son heaped them over a hole in the ground. All through spring break, he arranged the wood. Thursday afternoon, he asked me to “Come see.” I went, “Wow! What a lot of work. Very interesting.” He sighed proudly over his heap of wood that looked like…