2, Aug 2023
Pass the Biscuits! by Ginny Childress Becker

It’s reunion weekend! Or, rather, it is Decoration Day for which we are gathered here today. It’s the first time several have joined us for this annual occasion, but most all who are stretched out here across the porch and yard are family members who have attended & helped most…

25, Jul 2023
No More to Roam by Ginny Childress Becker

I hadn’t sat down to breakfast for more than five minutes when Daddy came through the kitchen and, without stopping, grabbed his hat from behind the door. He playfully swatted me on the top of my head as he continued out the door and called back over his shoulder, “Come…

18, Jul 2023
Day Dreaming by Ginny Childress Becker

Dratts! This COVID pandemic can drive a good Christian woman to groan and moan or even cuss on occasions when she might briefly forget who is sovereign. We could not have imagined, here in 2020, that over twenty million Americans would become infected, and that we would be catapulted from…

11, Jul 2023
Mi Joven Amigo by Ginny Childress Becker

There’s that little boy again! He’s no bigger than a young sampling and looks like he’s wearing the same faded overalls as he has these past days. I wasn’t surprised that the little scrapper wasn’t wearing shoes or a shirt since it’s mid-summer and, even here in the mountains, very…

4, Jul 2023
Mystery Treasures by Ginny Childress Becker

June 25, 1955 Dear Jane Louise, Hi! I was so happy when I got your letter this week especially since you have graduated and are now working full time. I’ll never be as smart as you and graduate at sixteen, but I can imagine how excited you must be to…

27, Jun 2023
Do You Believe? by Ginny Childress Becker

The women often talk about how seeing a red bird is the sign that a loved one is visiting from heaven and often times with a message. My granny was particularly convinced that a pure white butterfly, which she had seen on occasions, were visits from her mother. And I…

20, Jun 2023
Company’s a’Coming! by Ginny Childress Becker

I sat attentively listening to this young excited woman sitting with me and tried not to shame myself nor her as she amused me with the details of her first solo adventure here. I thought at some point that I would likely break from holding in my laughter because it…

13, Jun 2023
Rosin Up the Bow by Ginny Childress Becker

[Author’s Note: This story is true but is what I call “faction,” in that every branch of our family has been told of it so we know it to be true. The details vary, however, depending on whether the story teller is an older family member & closer to the…

6, Jun 2023
Never More Again by Ginny Childress Becker

Us three were hunting today, Abraham, David and me, and as ready as we’d ever be! More importantly, we were free as birds to enjoy the quiet companionship & freedom that only the company of men understood. We had practiced all of yesterday when Papa had agreed to let us…

30, May 2023
Consider the Wild Flowers by Ginny Childress Becker

I saw the first ones when the little girls began picking them during recess, and joined them by collecting my own handful. The bright yellow dandelions make fairy-like necklaces or princess crowns for the hands patient enough to weave them together. I’ve watched small groups of such little ones bent…