When I was a boy we lived for a while in a wonderfully unique parsonage. It was a farm house, the old home-place of one of the families of the church, the Parmalee family, on a back-road west of Wayland, Michgian. They farmed the ground and we enjoyed living in the house. It was complete […]
Bikes Outgrown
Saturday I spent a little time working on organizing the garage. It’s time consuming, not so much because of the work itself, but because I keep finding things that tug on my memory. There were letters and pictures. There were bikes outgrown by Wes and Hope. Over in the corner leaned a baseball bat discarded […]