Charlie Wilson turned around and looked up at his friend, Jack. “Can we do it?” he asked. “We can’t leave him out there,” Jack replied. “If there’s any chance he could still be alive.” Charlie turned and ordered the others to move as far away from the door as possible. “And pray!” he said. He … Continue reading Hold On To Me, The Conclusion
Author: Alma Wallace Fenter
As far back as I can remember, I loved talking and telling my stories. One of my fondest memories is a squirrel hunting expedition with my grandfather when I was four years old. I chattered away, until he told me, "Baby Cricket, you've got to be quiet. The squirrels can hear you." I sat silent for about 30 seconds, then said, "Oh, PaPaw, let me talk." I still tell stories now; I just write them out instead of talking them out. Well, according to my husband, I still talk them out -- a lot. So many more things to write about since I was four years old. Marriage, children, homes, jobs, grandchildren, all kinds of people. I love people!
For Jan moving to a new home and always feeling like an outsider had become a way of life. She had figured it out. Every time, her dad would tell them -- always at dinner -- "I've got a promotion, we'll be moving to...." Blah, blah, blah. Some other nameless town with mostly faceless people..... … Continue reading Hold On To Me
As long as Callie could remember, she loved to sit on her grandfather’s handmade glider under the gnarled spreading Oak tree in the front yard of his farmhouse. From that glider, she loved to look out over the lake. That tree and glider and lake held a special meaning for Callie. It was there, when … Continue reading The Kissing Tree
Sarah had always been intrigued by the Scripture, “Do not neglect hospitality, because through it some have entertained angels without knowing it.” She knew angels and God’s faithful weren’t the same. Yet, she had heard stories, even Bible stories about angels appearing to men, and she knew that to be true. She knew an … Continue reading Angels Unawares
How Grandparents Learn You would think after more than 20 years of being a grandmother I would have learned a thing or two, gained a little wisdom in life. As my eldest grandson, Michael, would say — when he was about six — “I might have been born at night, Nana, but not in a … Continue reading Be Careful What You Say
Alma Wallace Fenter 