Fiction Based on the Bible
Leedle dee Let me win at games Trash barrel men … Ran from to mother at kitchen sink.,.hugged her knees. While she sang hymns and tears covered her face
In 1957, at her parents’ Manton campground cabin, she asked Beverly, “Who’s that guy?” “My cousin.” “I’m going to marry him.” And she did. When she met my cousin Donald, she declared, “We already have one Donnie in the family. (Her brother.) We’ll call you George.” And we did. When her cousin married a man … Read more
Doubters Unconvinced. “I owe it all to my mother and her early training,” Parks says. Although David Warner Parks, of Someplace, America, had dragged himself out of bed six days in a row, early reports claimed today’s Rise and Shine looked doubtful. The covers were warm, the pillow fluffed just so, and the phone beside … Read more
A few days before Delphine died, she talked about going to Heaven. “People say Jesus is going to meet them at the gate. I’ve never been to Heaven, but I’ve been to Manton camp. “You know how the tabernacle’s at the center, but we park way out by the ball field? And two or three … Read more
Most people call me Dave. Yet, the other day I talked with two guys we knew in California. They called me Davy, which is normal for them and their children. The same day I got a note from a guy I grew up with in Spring Arbor. He addressed me as Davy, and I caught on. … Read more
Riding a horse to school in Nebraska.\ Well, I was 3, Marian was 6 and Bobby was 8. We lived in pheasant hunting country, the Sand Hills of Nebraska, Ringgold. This was my dad’s first pastorate (FM Church, very small, very poor). I remember once while we were driving home on our two-rut road our … Read more
Mother gave one of her classic lines in 1967. Her 60th birthday present was a visit to us in Jeremie, Haiti. Delphine and I went to Port-au-Prince to meet her plane. We were collecting her bags at the airport. By now I felt comfortable in the language, so to show off — “Look, Ma! No translator!” … Read more
To answer what a soddie is, yes, it’s made of squares/oblongs of sod cut out of the earth, and has grass growing out of the sod on the roof. Don’t know all the dynamics of its construction, but do remember that even though the dirt side of their ceiling had been whitewashed, occasional a grubworm … Read more
The Origin of the Alphabet
Mimi made a shirt for each of us five siblings to wear to the meal after Mother’s funeral. Four of us put them on. My brother, Bob, bless his heart, couldn’t do it. I think Mother’s memory is so precious to him he couldn’t joke about her.
I miss my baby sister.
The Lord blessed Ruthie with a wonderful husband, Doug Voller, and sons, Kirk, Kam, and Chad. The daughters-in-love and grand children are adorable and growing.
August 30, 2020 – An email from Frank E. Rose, who lived with us long enough I think of him as a big brother. Obituary: Bob Parks To those who loved Robert Lee Parks, my lifelong best friend. Following are some memories , probably 97% of which are valid. Frank E. Rose As preschoolers Bob, about aged … Read more
(This post first appeared on the blog of my friend, Kathy McKinsey.) Birdie—my one remaining sibling—phoned. She had read to page eight of The Boy Who Closed the Sky, A Novel of Elijah the Prophet. “I’m disappointed my baby brother didn’t give credit to our mother. Sunday afternoons she read Egermeier’s Bible stories to us … Read more
In the picture, Birdie (Elizabeth Havener) is standing behind Dad, and I’m sitting on his right, at the end of the couch. In 1946 I came home from kindergarten and told Birdie the other kids didn’t know how to say aminal. They all said animal. Birdie told me, “Now don’t you make fun of them, Davy.” I was days … Read more
After Thanksgiving, fresh inches of snow fell every few days in Spring Arbor, Michigan, so most afternoons a couple dozen kids went sledding down Pretty’s Hill after school. By Christmas we had the snow packed into a hard base that should last through February. On the first Saturday of 1954, five days before my twelfth … Read more
My dad sat at the kitchen table with me after supper and listened to the Lone Ranger. We didn’t have TV for a few years after it came in because good Free Methodists didn’t go to movies, and TV looked like a movie. Instead we listened to the radio and made movies with our imaginations. … Read more
My Grandmother, Elma Fine Ingram, baked mouth-watering cookies and recited poetry. At our 1972 Ingram reunion, someone asked Grandma if she had a song. She replied that she did not have a song but she did have a recitation. Grandma was as cute as any 12-year-old: “I don’t believe I can stay seated to say my … Read more
The only picture I can find of my grandfather shows him saluting my bride. I like it, but this is about whiskers. When I first read “there were giants in the land in those days,” I thought of my grandfathers, district superintendents in the Free Methodist church. These men were both very conservative in their views. … Read more
My grandfather Ingram played shinny (Field hockey with a tin can and sticks, named after the part of our anatomy it punished.) with us and took us fishing and told us stories his father had told him about the 1849 wagon train to the gold fields in California. My picture of him is energy, positive, … Read more
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Blessings and hugs to all my friends. ` In the process of moving, I discovered the funeral bulletin of DELPHINE MARIE COXON PARKS, who was married to my baby brother, Davy, for around 40 years. (I was 8 years old when DAVID WARNER PARKS was born so he was destined to always and forever be … Read more
Delphine ` Laugh… Mirth in your voice And I will always rejoice In the love that you lived In who you were every day And I will love you til we meet again ` Smile… Sparkle in your eyes Never caught me surprised But amazed at your sweetness Your goodness and charm And I will … Read more
