A Grandson’s Story.

Sit back, relax and wander down the taffy path to a land of mouthful make believe.

This story was written with tears in my eyes as memories, even some forgotten it seemed, poured from inside. Grandpa’s farm and vacationing with my brother there gave happiness to my childhood that otherwise seems blurred, if not gone. I had been on Facebook a while when I had an invitation to play FarmVille. What great fun and now I can play a game where I can pretend to play on my Grandpa’s farm once again!

Getting older.

Christmas Eve cookie baking with two excited little girls.

It was easier making a Christmas wish while still a child.

A Thanksgiving poem about my granddaughters.

So little yet so fast!

Non-fiction about farm life in a small Texas town and love over a lifetime.

For our forgotten elders left in nursing facilities everywhere.