I have vague memories of sitting with my grandfather at the piano. I don’t remember him playing. But I remember his love for music. The violin was my key to my heritage. After my dad’s comment that he thought he remembered his father saying we had Irish heritage, I concentrated on following my grandfather’s line....
It was the music. It always stops me. I never dared speak my thoughts aloud. To say I somehow knew the roots of my heritage without knowledge or proof simply by the call of music sounds crazy, mystical. Celtic music finds my ears and something stirs. Something I cannot name is pricked and I drift...
It was ten years ago today. A Tuesday. I was preparing to leave for the Mother’s Morning Out where I worked. My son was just over eighteen months old and went with me. I was about to get him up and ready. The Today Show was on. They broke in with news that a plane...
If you’ve never been to Fort Toulouse/Fort Jackson for Frontier Days it is an experience worth the trip to Wetumpka. The renactors stay in character and make it such an educational experience. You can click here for more information on the Frontier Days this year happening November 3-7. We’re going on a field trip there...
Driving along Alabama Highway 21 through Calhoun County, you might see one of those historic marker signs on the corner of 18th Street. It almost gets lost amid the intersection with a McDonald’s and other fast food joints. Having grown up in Calhoun County I often noticed the sign pointing to the west to St....
