by Priscilla H Wilson | Aug 3, 2020 | Family
I gaze with nostalgia at my bedroom wall Minnie and her siblings pose in an antique maple frame Where will this 1870 group go when I move for the last time? A black & white checked dress on eleven-year-old Minnie is so old-fashioned Many...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Jun 15, 2020 | Family
I am now eighty-nine years old and dread the day my car is taken from me. So far my health is good so I may have some time yet. But that thought lurks in the back of my mind. All my family has loved cars since they were invented. It was 1908 when our family bought our...
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...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Oct 19, 2017 | Aging, Death, Faith, Family, Writing
It occurred to me recently that we all live on one small blue marble traveling through the space of the universe. Some days I forget that fact and think I’m just located in Prairie Village Kansas. Not! Who was the writer a few years ago who explained our impact...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Aug 8, 2017 | Family, Photography, Travel, Writing
The Christmas of the big snow! Who can forget it? Presents and turkey took a back seat that year of 1967. We board the Santa Fe’s Texas Chief in Chicago and wake the next morning in Kansas. A world in dazzling white greets us. As we leave the train we exclaim, “Where...
by Priscilla H Wilson | May 28, 2017 | Birding, Family, Writing
To sit on Ben and Tina’s deck is magic at any hour of the day. Such a wide expanse of grass, trees, shrubs and flowers. And across the wire fence looms the woods. Birds of all kinds pop in and out of the yard from the woods with seven feeders of various kinds...
