Wingzofsteel Adventures and Reviews

Sometimes there is a special story wrapped tightly (and sometimes well hidden) around the core layers of your remembered experiences. Just recently I discovered something new in a common house hold staple of my growing up years in Blackshear, GA.

You may read the story here.

During the last year or so I have become re-acquainted with my cousin Sandra Tuten Pearce.  Her mother, Aunt Waunell was the eldest daughter to my Granny and Grandpa, Nichols Lawton and Osie Ella Riggins.  Her father, Bill Tuten was indeed one of my favorite uncles, and, as far as I can see, the greatest of human beings.  He taught me lessons in life without ever knowing it, especially on the topic of a fathers love for his children.

As many of you know, My brother Mitch has been battling cancer for 4 years now, and so it is no surprise that his illness has brought us closer as a family.  It has made us think about the truly important things in life, far and above the mundane and selfish thoughts of ourselves. We think about our complete family, Uncles, Aunts and Cousins, and how important we are to one another.  How the value of our lives would be completely altered and indeed lessened if not for each special placeholder of our family tree.

Sandra has, during the course of the past few years, reemerged into our lives as the beautiful, caring, lovable, happy and positive soul I always remembered; and, a great source for inspiration to my brother. What I didn’t know about her was she has an incredible gift for writing. I have personally enjoyed reading every word of hers which has trickled down the back roads of my mind and caused me to remember………and smile.

Sandra has allowed me to included her work here with hopes that  it will be an inspiration to all  to write your own memories.

You may read them by clicking here.

Often in the lives of young boys and girls,  a healthy imagination is often much broader, more interesting and more far reaching than the calming voices of reason. In this account I have tried to address them all in this simple story that takes place in Blackshear, Ga. The year was 1958. Or, if you are following my outline, winter count 9.

Click here  to read ”Once Upon a Morning Chilly, Part One”.