Never shall I forget that night the first night in camp which has turned my life into one long night seven times cursed and seven times sealed. Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the little faces of the children whose bodies I saw turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky. Never shall I forget those flames which consumed my faith forever. Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence which deprived me for all eternity of the de...

From deep beneath the cobwebs of my memory a story has come to mind from my primary years. Usually, to jog a memory, there needs to be a connection between the present and the past, an association that correlates the here and now with the there and then. For me it was simply a tent. The story was titled Room Enough, in which a little old farmer's wife complained to her doctor that she didn't have enough room in her little farm house. The doctor's orders wer...

Hey! We're still alive! We have been busy doing all sorts of interesting and exciting things in Georgia, North and South Carolina, and Virginia. We have: enjoyed numerous concerts at the Savannah Music Festival, tours of Fort Sumter and Fort Moultrie, boogie boarding on the Carolina beaches, picked buckets of fresh straw berries, went to Cape Hatteras - the tallest light house in North America, observed the very spot where Orville and Wilbur Wright flew the ...