At some time while in the Las Vegas, Nevada high school, 1941, 1942 and 1943 a story about a father who started to write his children but then was killed by a natural disaster stuck in my mind. I dropped out of high school in the summer of 1944 and enlisted in the navy. I… Continue reading Thanks to the navy
I purchased a portable typewriter and said to myself, “Casey, you better get started writing.” A daughter was born in 1959, another son in 1963, a mid-life career change in 1964 and another daughter in 1969 got in the way of writing. In February 1977 nineteen years after having purchased the typewriter I went to… Continue reading Those four days
In January 1980 I had begun my 54th year of life. Our seven children were ages 30, 28, 26, 24, 21, 17 and 11. I got out the portable typewriter and made a determination to get some writing done at least once per week. I knew I was fortunate to have lived into my 54th… Continue reading my 54th year of life
Twelve children came from homes in the North Moapa valley and ten Piaute Indian children came from the reservation. The school had two rooms for these twenty-nine students; one room for the first, second and third grade and the other for the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth grade. The Piaute children spent whatever number… Continue reading These twenty-nine students
She’s on my lap this morning. Lap of love for her. Brown dog.
Her most successful litter. Three live with us at the condo. One lives in the neighborhood south of us. One was killed by a bird attack. Mom no longer comes around. She was living with a house north of us and we would see her sometimes.
These ones are gone now. They lived here for two years but moved out sometime between spring and summer this year. I saw where one of the cats had killed one of them. The cats moved in a year ago and the reds moved out. I like them both. The reds and the cats. I… Continue reading They were here
Red leaves against a blurred background. Purple words on a gray background. Hello cowgirl in the sand. Is this place at your command.
Looking south from the steps of Indianapolis Public Library, the American Legion Mall occupies two city blocks surrounded by American Legion headquarter buildings and offices. The park was built in 1931 to pay tribute to Hoosiers who died in war. It also remembers the nation’s first casualty of World War I, James Bethal Gresham of… Continue reading We honor and pay tribute
It’s Tuesday, the 12th of September. Some rain fell overnight. Not much but enough to leave puddles on the porch. The sky is overcast making it dark this morning. This image is from my series on the flower gardens of the condo. It was selected to hang in an art gallery show this summer in… Continue reading The sky is dark
On the summit of Mount Audubon. Chris and I hiked up there that day. Nice day to be up top. No storm to threaten us so we could spend some time there and eat lunch that we had brought. The trailhead starts in the Brainard Lake Recreation Area which was always a favorite of mine.… Continue reading Wilderness for sure
The light inside.
Pouring down rain this morning. I get the feeling fall is going to be early this year and that the hottest days of summer are behind us. Late spring and early summer were fairly dry but then we started getting decent rain throughout the summer to keep things green around here at the condo. I… Continue reading Hope it is good for you as well
Our new truck. We traded in the Volvo and got a sweet deal on this new Silverado yesterday. I was impressed with the safety features and driver aids packed into the new Chevy. Our dealer made us an offer too good to pass up with 0% for 84 months and two years of free oil… Continue reading They really are nice
I hope you’re enjoying the sceneryI know that it’s pretty up thereWe can go hiking on TuesdayWith you I’d walk anywhereCalifornia has worn me quite thinI just can’t wait to see you again Come Monday, it’ll be all rightCome Monday, I’ll be holdin’ you tightI spent four lonely days in a brown L.A hazeAnd I… Continue reading It’ll be alright