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 | Aug 2, 2017 | Birding, Photography, Travel
Priscilla and I arrange to meet in Phoenix. She skips a meeting and suggests we go birding in the Tuscon region. “Sure,” I say, not very interested. or knowledgeable about birds. We stay someplace where desert birds abound. Priscilla loans me binoculars and advises me...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Jun 22, 2017 | Aging, Birding, Photography, Travel, Writing
An afternoon appointment in Lawrence means a time to do some exploring on the way there. Black Hoof Park has been mentioned as an interesting spot. Exploring on the internet, I discover where this park is. My internet hunt leads me to the west end of...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Dec 28, 2016 | Family, Travel, Writing
My unusual Christmas gift to myself this year involves three separate family dinner events. Three family households live in the snowy north of Minnesota: son Ben and his wife Tina, grandson Marcel, his wife Phaedra plus Zander and Izzy, and grandson Jeffrey, his wife...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Dec 16, 2016 | Aging, Birding, Death, Faith, Family, Photography, Travel, Writing
As an author, I experience that one of the hardest moments of working on a book is deciding the title. Maybe that comes easily for some folks, but I always struggle with that task. Several years before his death, Rodney Wilson began work on his life story. Many bits...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Oct 27, 2016 | Aging, Family, Travel, Writing
Smokey Mountain fall foliage drenched our honeymoon with stunning colors sixty-four years ago. Yesterday, baffling images swirled around me as I celebrated this anniversary without my partner. Five years of dates before uttering those famous words, “I do”...
