We just concluded our 35th Yarbrough family reunion at Fall Creek Falls Tennessee. My mom, her two sisters and her brother were all there, average age 87. The next generation consisting of all of their children were also present except one. Pretty amazing! Then the younger generations were there hiking, eating, laughing, and enjoying the mountain top in spite of the summer heat. Past, present, and future were all discussed with gusto.
In addition, an unrelated granddaddy made an appearance. Granddaddy long-leg spiders showed up in excess. These granddaddies were quite numerous and ever-present especially outside the cabins. We consoled ourselves that they were harmless; (more…)
What do you think about when you think of home? Do you have warm memories that bring you thoughts of laughter, good food, feelings of being loved and cared for? It’s possible that wasn’t your experience as you grew up and passed from childhood into adulthood. Your past does not have to deﬁne your future.
A woman is the heart of the home. Through loving hands and loving heart the very nature of God himself is expressed. He was the ﬁrst one to create a beautiful place for his own creatures to enjoy. It’s in his heart to make a place of comfort, warmth, happiness and then say, “Enjoy. It is for you.” (more…)
Thanksgiving was fun. All of our kids were home along with new spouses and friends.
Our meal preparations were lively as the bustle around the kitchen was full of laughter and stories and conversation and an overabundance of excellent cooks.
We moved the dining room table into the living room, added the leaves, pushed the breakfast table next to it and seated fourteen all together. It was delightful. That was Thursday.
Saturday, we planned to make a family picture. Family pictures tend to become aggravating events–worth it, but aggravating.
This year’s picture will probably be memorialized among my clan as the year that dad (that’s me) displayed my own lack of self-control. If the saying is true that “You can tell the size of a man by the size of the things that upset him,” then I was the smallest one in the picture. (more…)
We were all between eight and twelve years old, and the kids in my neighborhood just knew that we were getting bicycles for Christmas. All of us. But we didn’t know where our parents had them stashed. The days between school getting out and Christmas morning were spent discussing, searching, and wondering where those bicycles were. We knew that our parents often hid Christmas gifts for other families and that other families often hid our gifts. That particular year, they had us stumped; (more…)
When our children were younger and our finances were tight, Patricia and I agreed to buy them three Christmas gifts: a book, clothing, and a toy/game. Although they were disappointed at times because they did not get the “gift” they wanted, they were generally happy and learned to handle those times. On the other hand, we noticed that birthdays (when they received all the gifts) produced some pretty stinky little attitudes. More was not necessarily better. (more…)