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Susan

I write. I fix computers. I feed cats.

History in the Making

Were you ever forced to read the first book of the Old Testament of the Bible?  The one with all the ‘begats’?  What’s up with the genealogy list of a bunch of people who lived 5000 years ago, who died leaving no notable mark?  I never understood it until much […]

Furlough

  The last time we talked in person was on your 70th wedding anniversary.  Mama had bronchitis on top of the leukemia, but we wanted to see you, if only for a short visit.  Your physical rehab was going well enough that they had talked of sending you home earlier in the week, […]

Keeping a Promise

Aunt Mary died right before Thanksgiving in 2005 in a small town in west Georgia. Her funeral was held over the holiday weekend because everyone was available.  Like most of rural America, if you are to be cremated, your body is sent to a larger town, and ashes are returned later […]

The last fireworks contest

We always brought the fireworks when we visited from North Carolina. We drove through South Carolina, so we could stop on the way to Georgia and buy lots of legal fireworks with fantastic colors, big noises, red-hot sparklers, roman candles, bottle rockets – everything Daddy was willing to buy. Our […]

Pigs and Sausage

October/November was for hog killing – but only if it was cold enough.  See, in the days before meat lockers, it had to be cold enough outside the pig to kill the parasites that naturally grow in the muscle, so that when the pig was slaughtered, the meat was safe […]

Ben – A novel

This was sent to me by email shortly after my father died. I’ve told the author I wouldn’t reveal his real name. But we share the same parents. It may help to know that Dad went into the hospital and didn’t die when “they” thought he would. He fought through […]

About these stories

In 2014, I created a blog to gather my Dad’s stories before his memory (and he) faded. This is what I wrote about the stories then. My project was a success, because Daddy and Mama got see the stories online (and printed) before they died in 2016 and 2017. As […]

Breakfast with Grandma

Grandma made biscuits – little tiny ones – she’d grab the flour from the flour bin, the lard and roll them up, pulling them off into tiny blobs.  When she put them side by side on the tray, she’d tap each one with the knuckle of her forefinger, marking it […]

The Trestle

They walked down the tracks, heading over to the trestle to walk across  – the view down from the trestle was spectacular, and the thrill of being out there, suspended in space was indescribable.  Pop (my grandfather) had worked on a crew that built trestles and Uncle Boykin worked for […]