Written when Phil was 8 months old, on Phil’s mom’s seventeenth birthday (she was the baby of 7.) I’m told my little dare-devil of a husband used to climb to the top of the stairs and jump all the way down. That’s what this poem’s about. Grandma’s Angel Darling you need lovingLike the grass needs the dewYou’re our precious BabyWe … Read More
I didn’t know Grandma Schalk wrote poetry. Poetry isn’t usually my cup of tea, but the poem I want to share today (and I’ll be sharing one tomorrow about Phil) have nearly done me in. I’ve cried more tears over these two poems than I care to admit. Grandma Schalk would have celebrated her 93rd year on this earth December … Read More
I told you here we’d be going Letterboxing while we were in Missouri–well, we did! The first one we did at Beaver Creek Conservation area was a bust. We followed the excellent directions, but there was no box hidden at the location. It seemed to us that this place was well used by people who maybe don’t have a lot … Read More
So no sooner do we get back from one trip and we’re going on another. That’s okay with me though. We’re going camping as my Mother’s Day present. I wish we camped more often! Here’s some Missouri pictures I haven’ t blogged about yet.