by Ben Wilson | Jan 20, 2022 | Aging, Family, Writing
When I tell anyone that my current Christmas trees are made of crab-pots, they look at me with a blank stare and say, “Huh?” The last time Rodney and I were on Hatteras Island together we discovered these magic trees. We walked into the Maritime Museum on the south...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Nov 15, 2021 | Aging, Writing
I am not sure when I first met Rebecca, but I do know that it was at the First Presbyterian Church in Arkansas City, Kansas. We met in Sunday School and Choir. Our choirs…no matter how young we were…sang at least one response in worship every Sunday. We always sat up...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Aug 15, 2021 | Aging, Family, Travel
Long ago when Mary, our daughter was in high school she was dating Steve and he and his family came to Avon, North Caroline every summer. They owned a house a couple of blocks from the beach and loved every minute of their time there. Rodney and I were entranced with...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Jul 13, 2021 | Aging, Travel
Trees evoke memories! Memories shape the past and enlighten the future. I ponder the role certain trees have played as they flood my memories. The role of people I understand. My meditative council speaks wisdom – sometimes invited, but often unbidden. A diverse bunch...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Oct 25, 2018 | Aging, Birding, Writing
The windows of my apartment look out over the Courtyard. There is only one real problem of living in this retirement community — there just aren’t any birds to look at in our Courtyard. But this morning when I looked out my bedroom window I was stunned to...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Jan 1, 2018 | Aging, Death, Faith, Family, Photography, Writing
Wishing a Merry Christmas and a great New Year has set my mind to spinning. Sixty-four years since my first date request from Rodney Wilson. That was to go out for a hamburger after operetta rehearsal on Wednesday night. He didn’t know that mid-week nights were off...
