Rolling Store in Sevier County Tn. Circa 1939.
HERE COMES ANOTHER THOUGHT FOR THE DAY:
Around here, if an elderly person says, " Bless your heart," they ain't paying you a compliment.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
I am of the unwavering opinion that; "The strength of a person's back is proportionate to the depth of their character." Think about that a bit as you go through your day. THE TIN CUP CLAN.
Just a thought
"I don't build my characters, my characters introduce themselves to me at night. Some are my friends, others, not so much. But it is always on their terms, not mine." THE TIN CUP CLAN
The Parable of the “Last.”
My children spent the better part of their childhood listening to their ol' dad preaching, "never take the last of anything," I've gotten a few eye roles over the years, but I believe that simple bit of wisdom has taken root in one or two of them, as evidenced by the bread bag with one... Continue Reading →
The Parable of ” The Grey Sweats”
This story is very special to me as I am honored to call one of our characters a very special friend. I had some difficulty writing this piece, and I believe once you read it and get to know them, you will come to understand those difficulties. Our first character was a young preacher, full... Continue Reading →
The parable of “THE THREE PENCILS”
I think you might want to read this one. And please pass it along. (Retweet)
“CHRISTMAS” in a CARDBOARD BOX
I was finishing up our next post when I came across this little jewel. I gave it a quick read and realized this is the perfect time of year for a repost. I was saddened as I scanned the words, we all end the year with high hopes for a better year to come. Sadly... Continue Reading →
Wisdom in a “Button Jar”
I want to introduce you to a couple of folk today. No, neither one is in the books, but each had a profound effect on me as a person. Neither were flashy, brash, or loud in any way. As a matter of fact, they’re lives came and went, and the world scarcely took notice. It... Continue Reading →
By Michael Miller Autumn in the hills of East TN is a very special time. The smell of fresh-cut hay hangs heavy in the cool crisp air. Hills and hollers are dressed in their Sunday best; sporting vivid hues of orange, red and gold. An elegant mist hovers at tree-top level, just as a... Continue Reading →