Wonderful... transporting mnemonics for those of us born in the 50's - 70's. Born and raised in the Ozark's. I have very special memories of picnicking with my parents on the banks of the Buffalo River and visiting Harrison, where my parents were married. Thank you!
It has been several years since we were last there and like many other places, I'm sure many things have changed... just makes me a little sad, not just for Harrison, but for all those other places as well.
I just kept hearing, "Lord hear our prayers," while reading your words. Down the memory hole, ghosts of our fathers, what are we striving for? Time may know bounds, but God doesn't. What a ride.
Sublime. Though you don’t know where this is headed, I’m thankful you’re cruising down the lane and inviting us along.
Thanks, Darcy. I appreciate you.
Here for all of these. Beautiful.
Thanks, KJ. We'll see where this goes.
Beautiful.
As always, first commenter. Thanks, Shawn. I really appreciate you in more ways than you know.
I so look forward to reading along this journey!
Well hang in there... we're still moving.
Love this.
Thanks, Jennifer.
Wonderful... transporting mnemonics for those of us born in the 50's - 70's. Born and raised in the Ozark's. I have very special memories of picnicking with my parents on the banks of the Buffalo River and visiting Harrison, where my parents were married. Thank you!
Thanks for reading. Also, I'm sorry about calling Harrison a pot hole. But if it helps, you can treat that part as fiction. :)
It has been several years since we were last there and like many other places, I'm sure many things have changed... just makes me a little sad, not just for Harrison, but for all those other places as well.
I just kept hearing, "Lord hear our prayers," while reading your words. Down the memory hole, ghosts of our fathers, what are we striving for? Time may know bounds, but God doesn't. What a ride.