Only Bad Witches Are Ugly
This is the second in a series of three posts written by my son, Caegan. In case you missed it last week, he was encouraged by his younger brother, Cam, to “write things out” and this is the result. It is my absolute pleasure to share these words written by one of my favorite humans…
Mr. Don’s Pizza
I am thrilled to feature a guest post written by my own son, Caegan. His brother,Cam,recently gave him the following advice: Pray about it. Write about it.Caegan took his advice. This is the result. With permission from both Caegan and Don’s wife, Laurie, I am honored to share these words with you. Love you all…
Keep us Safe, Lord. Keep us Safe.
To know Sam Kitchin was to love him. I was fortunate to work with Sam for many years at Midway High School and Midway Middle School. He was one of the two best In School Suspension teachers I’ve ever known (Diane Trott was the other). I’ve never known teachers who could make ISS a punishment and make kids love them at the…
Tending My Begonias
I put the “gone” in begonias. As a matter of fact, Joe called every plant, flower, bouquet that crossed our threshold a begonia, because he knew it was but a matter of time before they’d be-gone. 🙂 When Joe’s dad, Mr. Tim, passed away, Joe’s mom gave us one of the potted plants she received. …
Friends from Home
I was four years old when we moved from Duplin County to Savannah Road (although it would be several years before it became a paved road with that name). Back then, it was really just a long dirt path off Route 2 in Seven Springs. Not long after we moved in, I wandered to the…
Telling Stories
April 16, 2023 There were certain words we did not say in front of Grandma Betty. One was “pregnant”. I got my mouth popped for that one when I, at four years of age, announced the impending birth of my brother {loud and proud} at Grandma Betty’s kitchen table. Another was “fart”. My poor brother…
Coming Unglued
December 5, 2021 Coming Unglued. I glued my mouth shut recently. Literally. Before I get into that tale, you need to know three things about Joe. He loved to pick on me about my age, he loved to get the “last laugh”, and because I always seemed to get myself in one fine mess or…
Noun: A Person, Place or Thing
Note: I’ve made a discovery since the last (so I thought) blog post. Joe Price may have left a limited number of sermons in that black leather notebook, but he left many more lessons written on my heart. Even now, as evidenced in this entry, Joe finds a way to bring me comfort and understanding…
The Time Has Come
September 5, 2021 One of my favorite lines in Joe’s obituary reads as follows: “Joe heard the call to ‘come home’, and as any gentleman does, he knew it was time to leave.” Joe Price was a gentleman through and through. It was one of his most endearing, and probably my most favorite quality about…
Just Your Average Joe
August 29, 2021 Joe thought of himself as pretty average. He was anything but. Joe could dress up in his finest and hob knob with the Rockefellers (and look mighty good doing it). He was equally as comfortable in overalls and work boots, stamping death dates onto tombstones, clearing debris from creek waters, or kicking…
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