Letters arrived at camp. The post man delivered them to my parents’ mailbox. Letters came all the time. Now they never come. I miss her letters. Only three or four remain. Paper slightly aged, and cursive letters written into the page. I feel where my grandmother’s pen pressed down. I called my grandmother “Dick Dick,”… Continue reading When We Write Letters, Part VI: Letters from Grandma
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Falling in Love with Books
Words and Photos by Rebecca T. Dickinson I hate plants. Perhaps I should x-out my opening sentence, and put something more appropriate. But, I do hate plants. I admire them from far away or I take pictures, but I have nothing to do with a garden. Water nurtures the seed and soil. I know that much.… Continue reading Falling in Love with Books
Chalk Art
By Rebecca T. Dickinson It’s been a year or more since we colored ourselves on sidewalks, a parking lot and my heart. You spilled red wine before the rain, and I took another sip. You didn’t tell me there was her, but you knew there is him. You brought chalk, black, garnet and white sheets.… Continue reading Chalk Art
The Family Owned
By R.T. Dickinson The Missouri man opened Joey's Lunchroom in Bamberg, South Carolina in 1868. Joey Langston had hired workers to build a two-story wooden building. They painted it blue and added a big white sign. The post-War city developed around the railroad. Memories of cotton and slaves were but whispers among Langston's customers. He hired… Continue reading The Family Owned
Corrie's Season 