Looking back, my young life was filled with an endless series of boxes. Yes, boxes. Boxes to pack things up. Boxes to unpack. When you move 29 times, you end up with a bunch of boxes. As an Army wife in the 1960s and 70s, my mother was an expert at packing. Army life in … Continue reading Boxes
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Beany and Me: Memoirs of an Army Brat
If you happened upon him in your daily travels, you would not be impressed. You would likely pass him by with only a casual glance. His faded red shirt and blue overalls are threadbare. His shoes are worn and covered with the grime of years gone by. His bright blue eyes light up his face … Continue reading Beany and Me: Memoirs of an Army Brat
Faith Beyond Sight 