My name is Dan. I’m the old guy under the straw hat in the rocking chair. That hat, the yellow shirt, and a pair of jeans make up my tall tales telling uniform. Now you know that I like to both write and talk.
I am the son of a sharecropper. When I was age seven, we had already lived in six locations. Maybe we kept moving to try to find a better share of the crop. Daddy was good with farm tractors, row crops, cows, and pigs. Working the land takes a certain amount of patience. Some of it spilled over into teaching his son to fish and hunt. Patience also found its way to the cows who let us harvest our own milk.
I am also the son of an old-fashioned country farm “housewife.” Mama’s pleasure was her chickens and her baby son, but not in that order. She collected eggs which found their way to the breakfast table and into scrumptious chocolate cakes. A chicken, itself, frequently found its way to the table via the frying pan. Making up rhymes was part of Mama’s kitchen routine. She also taught me Bible verses.
Faith, church, and the Bible have been vital parts of my life from an early age. I am now interested in the adjustments of later life and end of life. I reach out to a few folks in their losses of loved ones. I am blessed to have my wife of fifty-five years and our small terrier who thinks she is a people! We try to keep up with what is going on with our two mid-life sons and their families.
It would be great if somehow I could find out a bit about you also. What do you like? What are some of your accomplishments and goals? What are some of whatever you consider to be failures? They are not complete failures if we learn from them.
Maybe I can figure out how to use this new website venture for a two-way connection.
Words and People 