by Priscilla H Wilson | May 10, 2021 | Faith, Writing
The year was 1971 and I had just turned 40 years old. The Ecumenical Institute still occupied the Bethany Seminary buildings on the west side of Chicago. The subject was related to the New Social Vehicle. All the participants were to pull together stuff they had read...
by Priscilla H Wilson | May 4, 2021 | Family, Writing
Vacations As a Child When I think back over my life I am amazed that when I was small we had few “vacations.” Our summer drives across hot, dusty Oklahoma roads to the Texas Panhandle was our summer fun. Our mother’s mother, and aunts and uncles all lived in or...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Apr 24, 2021 | Writing
MY FIRST BOSS WAS AT THE CITY SWIMMING POOL I am a bit puzzled about whether my first boss approached me when I was a sophomore or junior in high school. However, I remember what I was hired to do. Arkansas City had three swimming pools at that time. There was a...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Apr 5, 2021 | Writing
I don’t remember how old I was, but not very old I am sure. We had entered milk tabs, I think, and gone to the local theatre. They were pulling tabs out of a container, and each tab pulled won a bicycle. I don’t remember how many bikes were given away that day. All I...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Mar 22, 2021 | Writing
Are you still friends with any of your friends from high school? How have they changed since then? Last October (2020) I drove to Arkansas City for a high school reunion. About 30 folks showed up for that. None of the girls that I ran around with in high school were...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Mar 10, 2021 | Writing
I had just finished reading Bill Tammeus book about the death of his nephew Karleton when the first plane crashed into the World Trade Center in New York in 9/11. About the time I finished that book Donna Ziegenhorn sent me an email about a program on interfaith...