Installment 13: The Corner Trumpet

Twenty-Five March 1943 One day in the middle of March, Mr. Spooner was too busy to give me a lesson. Besides, he kept saying that I’d been such a fast learner that he didn’t have much more to teach me. I didn’t believe that. Anyway, since it was early and Daddy wasn’t...

Visiting Family Roots

A few days ago was my grandfather’s birthday. He would have been 124. He died 34 years shy of that mark, which means he still lived to a ripe old age. My mother grew up in Arkansas, and her family had been in Arkansas for at least a couple of generations before...

Installment 12: The Corner Trumpet

Twenty-Three January 1943   “Hey! Billy Byler! Whatcha got in the black box?” It was the first day of school in January. Bobby and Jerry Runyan looked well scrubbed and friendly in their new clothes, and they were very curious about what I was carrying as they...

4 Things I Learned from My Ancestors

My eldest brother is a person of note in a Christian denomination that is … well, not Amish. I remember the first time I told him that I had discovered a link to early Amish settlers in our own family history. His head just about hit the table. In the Valley of...

5 Things a Snow Day Shows Me

I should begin with a caveat. With the exception of seven months last winter, I have had the privilege of earning my fulltime income from within the confines of my home for more than eight years. On the one hand, this means that when I wake to eight inches of snow,...