The Great Grimpen Mire

May 31, 2017May 31, 2017 ~ christy ~ 7 Comments

My grandmother believed that all children like to be scared, at least a little. In Sunday school, elementary school, even as a babysitter, she taught kids her favorite rhyme: Here’s a candle to light you to bed here’s a chopper to chop off your head! Not all parents endorsed her ideas about kids and fear, … Continue reading The Great Grimpen Mire

Hammock

May 8, 2017May 25, 2017 ~ christy ~ 8 Comments

A snapshot of July, 1979, at our house in southern Illinois: Dad, at work. My little brother, I don’t know. My twin sister, I don’t know. My mother, possibly in the basement sewing, in the kitchen doing dishes, or out front in her flower garden with the dog. In short, I don’t know. Me: barefoot, … Continue reading Hammock