When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, we hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, and etched on vacant places are half-forgotten faces of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know.” –Ella Wheeler Wilcox …
Echoes From the Campfire
Air Raid, Pearl Harbor. This is not a drill!” –Radio Message, 0758, Dec 7, 1941 “For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead…
Echoes From the Campfire
Fail not to call to mind, in the course of the twenty-fifth of this month, that the Divinest Heart that ever walked the earth was born on that day; and then smile and enjoy yourselves for the rest of it; for mirth is also of Heaven’s making.” …
The Saga of Miles Forrest
I sat there, cradling my coffee cup in both hands staring into it. “Miles, why do you have to go?” I didn’t hear the voice until it was repeated again and I was nudged in the side by Molly’s elbow. “Why is it you that has to go?” Slowly I turned my…