Junes’ Song

Before slice of dawn… after throaty bullfrogs croak and birds begin their shrill; there is a parcel of time in which no sounds emerge out in the inky darkness of night. Over shadowy country landscapes, under the veil of bright spring morn there settles an empty, hollow stillness. And some doze, as other stir: ‘boveContinue reading “Junes’ Song”

My Father

My father was a quiet man, as men born then often were, the world so different then. Orphaned at 10, scarcely educated, lived through WWI and the Great US Depression, and fought at Pearl Harbor. These things all left scars. When the boys came home from war he tried to live a normal life. MarriedContinue reading “My Father”