It was in the grassless plot just outside our back door where we “played little” with our toy tractors and…
Funny how seemingly unrelated events can connect into undeniable cause-effect scenarios that when looked back upon, seem nothing less than…
While waiting for the release of my Bluford basketball book, I thought I’d send out a story for all the…
The Story of a Waltonville Boy, Jimmy Newell, who traveled to the Big City in 1906, as Told through Family…
Today our sweet mother, Mary Alice Newell, would have been ninety-one. In the photo of her holding a small dog,…
I found this photo in Mary Frances’ worn brown scrapbook, the one filled with the letters you sent her when…