From Kim Justeses
Sandy, UT
After many pleasant yours of ministering in a small North Carolina church, my grandfather, the Reverend Francis G. Bryans, passed away in May, 1985.
In the summer of 1996, I experienced a great deal of turmoil in my life. It became necessary for me to leave my job and take care of my health. I was depressed and anxious, and I felt very lost.
A story written by Fannie Lillian Terry Prothro prior to her death in 1979.
The first chapter to this history was printed last month history was printed September 1, 1996,
and contains information about Mrs. Prothro's childhood from her birth in 1895 to 1907. You can use this link to see that story. Click Here.
Kathleen Carlton Johnson's
Life Among the Arts
By
Susan Sampson
Tim Banks Legacy
Chapter 1
I was born here in Daviess County, Owensboro, KY, in the 1950’s.
My daddy, Claude, and my mom, Dorris Harper, were both here when it was happening. My dad was in the military at the time. He was in the Marine Corps. I know he was a Corporal. I know that he went from being in the Marines to being in the Air Force and he did flight engineering on B52’s.
By: Dr. Zoe L. Simmons
Americans have the tradition of family gatherings, barbecuing, eating watermelons, and ending the Fourth of July with the array of beautiful fireworks bursting in the sky.
My curiosity sparked on how our former and current Presidents’ celebrated one of the most noted holidays in America. Here’s a look from George Washington to James Monroe.
George Washington
Five Important Lessons to Make You Think About the Way We Treat People
Contributed by Dr Jim Kirby
1: First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady
Myra C Riley in wheelchair and Polly Mazariegos standing behind her.
Myra Riley’s Last Mothers Day
by Polly Mazariegos
I was trying to think of a favorite Mother’s Day memory, and all the memories I had with my mother, Myra C. Riley, were favorites.
I remember when I was working in DC and could not come up to Gettysburg, PA to see her, I would always sent her flowers. Mom loved flowers.
Mary Catherine Treacy Fak about a year before she died.
By Mike Fak
You know the call is going to come. You put it out of your mind as many times as it pops into your head but you always know it will happen one day. Always when the thought crops into your head you ask God, not today. Not next week. Not next year. The call is as inexorable as life itself. It comes in its own time, not ours.
Flavia Robertson
My Mother Rose of Sharon
By Fern Albin Ubelhor
Tell City, Indiana
Today, I was at my mothers house to cut her grass. This was such a bad summer. The heat was terrible and the rains were few, but as I mowed the grass, I noticed on her Rose-of-Sharon bush, one purple flower. It was so perfect, I had to just stop and study it.
by Lynn Ruth Miller
When 72 year old Clay Thompson was fourteen years old, his family migrated to California. Dad worked in the oil fields in Oklahoma and jobs were so spotty, he decided he had to do something about it, Thompson recalls. He hauled hay down south in the Imperial Valley at first and then, when I was a sophomore in high school, we moved to Pacifica and rented a house in Sharp Park right near the golf course.