I love to read mysteries and one day sometime in the early to mid 1990’s I’d run out of options, at least familiar ones. After browsing and finding nothing of interest on my own, I asked the librarian at the Wheeler Basin Regional Library in Decatur Alabama for some suggestions. She pointed me to “The Cat Who Talked to Ghosts” by Lilian Jackson Braun. I read it in just a few days and I loved it.
The overall title we’ve given our blog is from Latin, for “as it pleases” or “at one’s pleasure. It is inspired by “The Qwill Pen”, a fictional, local newspaper column found in our favorite series of mystery novels.
Its that time of year again, Thanksgiving. Time for long held family traditions that often involve a turkey with all the trimmings and family gatherings. This year we’re having dinner with my parents, my brother and his wife and of course the kids. The dogs will be there just in case something gets dropped on the floor and a quick, efficient clean-up is needed. We’re fortunate in not having to travel far for our celebration so we’ll miss out on all the fun at the airports that are making the news these days.
I remember being amazed at all the vegetables that were growing on what seemed like giant plants. I don’t know how old I was but I must have been pretty young because in my minds’ eye the plants look like something that would give Jack’s beanstalk a run for its money.
There’s just something magical about Springtime, isn’t there? If you ever stop to consider it, the emergence of blossoms all around us is truly just like magic. Everything was all dead, dark and gray and all at once it seems we’re surrounded by color.
Steve Boka taught local immigrants the English language as an outreach of the Ward West Virginia Hungarian Baptist church.
There are two versions of how Ward came to be called Ward. The first suggests the community was named in honor of Dr. David Ward, a man who owned most of the land that would later become Ward on Kellys and Hughes Creeks.