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Big Will Walker’s House                   Big Will Walker’s house was a three room log house with two large rooms and a side room used as a bedroom.   A big fireplace heated the house and the cooking was done on a cook stove.   The household furnishings were either carried...

    Russell's son Charles Gregory with son's wife Celia Gregory   Russell Gregory   Russell Gregory was my great-grandfather four times removed, who settled into Cades Cove after 1818.   The American government removed the Cherokee Native Americans and made the cove available to white settlers.   Russell started his farm and...

Today is the 9th anniversary of the tragic 9-11 attack and I found myself watching the minute by minute replay on NBC this morning. I'm surprised at how emotional I got and in many ways I'm glad I was able to re-experience it as it happened. I remember the day it...

Our son’s voice radiated excitement. “We’re getting a dog!”   How different from the voice on the phone a few weeks before when I answered to hear deep, guttural sobbing. Ken* choked out the terrible news: “Mary* has another tubal pregnancy.” That was their fifth loss in their 10 years of...

Your life entwined with mine For such a short span of time. The anticipation of you filled me with hope, With dreams, with pleasure. Then you were gone. Forever you will be part of The story of my life.—Ronda Knuth Pregnancy loss may come as a stillbirth, miscarriage, ectopic pregnancy or...

Delightfully hectic are words that sum up life at Sunrise Senior Living at Pinehurst in Denver, Colorado where I live out my love on a daily basis. Phone calls, scheduling appointments, baking cookies, popping popcorn, braiding hair, moderating life and managing forty-million to-do's constantly popping on the horizon - it keeps...

March, 1997 I wish I'd been there when he crossed the finish line. As it was, we'd been gone only a short while. Maybe that's as it should be.  His was a victory that didn't come easily. Throughout the long, chilly night and into the early hours of the morning, we...

  The 20th of September 1964, was a beautiful Fall day. George and I were driving home after spending the weekend with our friends on Cape Cod. My parent's apartment was on our way so we decided to stop for a quick visit. It had to be quick because our children were waiting for...

The children were in bed, and I sat alone in front of the fireplace in the family room of my parent's home.  It had only been a few short months since Eddie's arrest, and though we were now safe, our world still spun out of control.  I watched as the flames reduced the...