McFagelson Farm Inn was a popular place and well known for its Saturday night barbecues. They not only had guest rooms and a couple small apartments to service the help, McFagelson Farm was a working farm with cows, horses, goats, sheep, a few chickens and a variety of wildlife critters that often came around, unless George caught them raiding the hen house. They didn’t usually return. Gus and Ollie had lived there for a little over a year and Greta, Agnes, Lucy and Fern had lived there almost as long. Now Gus and Ollie were missing, just disappeared without so much as a good-bye. The ladies were deeply concerned and as rumors spread…Well read on.
Continue ReadingFriends ringing. I love this wonderful barbecue atmosphere.
Continue ReadingHard times can hit at any time, any where and anybody. Help when you can, never know when it could be you.
Continue ReadingA poem exhorting the sun to break through the clouds and give us a magnificent summer’s day so we can enjoy the pleasure of barbecues with friends.
Continue ReadingYour mother was a big woman with a loud voice, and your father was a small, quiet, contemplative man. After the block party, things changed.
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Continue ReadingThe history of dish and a review of its species.
Continue ReadingWhere a Texas gal learns that her beloved (chef extraodinaire) not only cannot grill — but has no intention of doing so … ever!
Continue ReadingI’ve always liked Spring, so that’s why I wrote this.
I want to make it into an illustrated kids book.
Let me know what you think in comments please!
Rural south in US, pure water, fish, trees, river, old men, memories, sun, Indian graves bottom of river.
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