Sarah Walker Gorrell, Author

  This is a story about the "Honey Wagon." (And there's an explanation, which you'll learn at the end of the story about how it came to be called a "honey" wagon when it has absolutely nothing to do with Bees!!) You know, Mike and I have seen more interesting things while sitting at this table. Some are, "OMGosh, did you see that!" or "OMGosh, look at that ...no, Mike, not that way....look over here, NO, over this way!" (That's usually how it goes!) RVing is camping, at its best. We're like a rolling house on wheels. Heat and A/C, Cooking facilities (stove, Microwave Convection Oven, Fridge with Freezer, sink to wash dishes (no, Mike doesn't have "dishpan hands!"), lavatory to wash one's face or brush one's teeth, shower to cleanse the body and a potty for "you know what" .....those private moments. There's a tank that holds freshwater, a tank that holds gray water (from the dishes and shower),...

With Margaret (Mike's GPS voice) and the "Iowa Guide to Haunted Locations" directing us, we headed northeast out of Readlyn (that's what Mike said but it seemed, for some reason, like we were going south!) to Strawberry Point, Iowa. Y'all know, I like Cemeteries.....and Cemeteries have dead people .....and often, living people claim that they see "dead people walking" (Ghosts) in Cemeteries.......Whooooo. We had read, in our Guide Book, about Mossy Glen where people had died strange deaths, jumped off cliffs, had their heads chopped off.....and they are supposed to still be there.....walking around. In fact, if you call out "Lucinda" three times - she will appear......but....if she drops a rose at your feet, you'll die.....the next day! (I had stuff to do, the next day, so I decided against trying to see Lucinda.) There was supposed to be a man, walking around, holding his head. So much to see, so little time! I was game.......

Some people (and unfortunately I am one of them) never know what might come out of their mouth ..... until it does!! Such was the case, recently. I had driven Mike to the doctor. Since he has Shingles, in his right eye, he's unable to drive until ..... well, until he can see!  So, whether he likes to ride with me, or not ............ He can still watch television or check his phone or Facebook. You know, all those important things in one's life! Anyway, we left the doctor's office and headed to the Pharmacy in the HyVee Grocery Store. I was pleased to see that the store was following the guidelines set out by the CDC or Prez Trump or somebody! The Pharmacy had the floor marked off, with blue tape, to indicate 6-foot spaces between customers. Store employees were "masked up," although shoppers (other than me) wearing masks were few and far between - even though the store is in Waterloo, Iowa; a "hot spot" for the Covid-19 Virus. While waiting ...

This little girl was just 4 weeks old when she came to live with us, back in 2012. I often call her "Bella the Beast" because even though she's smaller she holds her ground. Bellas is forever taking her sister, Precious, bones. Precious won't try to get them back......she comes  barking to me!! Just like many "human" sisters they get into skirmishes.  I stay out of the way and let them have their "battle." Precious was three months old when she came to us.  She always loved hiding under tables and things, and she still does.  When I miss her, I just have to look under the Buffet, in the Dining Room, and there she is!! These two little noisy girls have brought much joy to this house, and I decided it was time to begin sharing their stories with others. Yesterday, "Little Bella's New Home" became available (on Amazon) as a Kindle download. It will soon be in Paperback.  I plan to follow Bella's story with a ...

Often, families can become so intertwined that we feel as if we are related. That's what happened, on Saturday. Years ago, James Bennett Nicholson (who was the son of a Methodist Minister, and who became a Methodist Minister) married my dad's sister, Alice Walker. Aunt Alice and Uncle James were like a 2nd set of parents, to me....and their children, Jimmy, Howard, and Teresa were like another set of siblings. The life of Uncle James' next to the youngest sibling, Georgia Nicholson Lane, was celebrated in a small Methodist Church in Lone Star, MS. I had the honor of being able to play the piano for Georgia's Celebration of Life. There's a hymn, "Surely the presence of the Lord is in this place".....and it was evident. There was so much love, in that small church ....where the sun was shining through the beautiful stained glass cross above the Altar. I felt as if I had also lost a member of "my" family. She was one of those women who wor...

It's a given, sometimes I do too much thinking. Well, last night, when I couldn't sleep, I had to do something and getting out of bed wasn't an option. So, I had to find something about which to think. And, I have to say that writing can sometimes just be a pain. Like the sentence above about thinking. One should NEVER....I mean NEVER ....end a sentence with a Preposition, so one has to rearrange one's sentence so the Prep isn't at the end. Such a pain!! For some reason, I chose my trip to the "Inhouse Outhouse" in the Amish home. Now, I really am not intending to offend anyone.....so, if you have Amish friends or if you are particularly close to some Amish people, you may just want to stop reading. Last night, it occurred to me that there was no sink in their "Inhouse Outhouse."  Does that mean that they don't wash their hands after going to the "Inhouse Outhouse?"  I thought I saw a sink, in their kitchen, but I later le...

Happy 4th of July, y'all!! You know, we (in the South) might as well have all been born Geminis. Why? You ask. Because Geminis may forgive but they just never forget. I know this personally - my youngest daughter is a Gemini. She remembers things that I actually question if they ever happened! We, in the south, remember that it was July 4th, 1863 when Pemberton surrendered to Grant. He did it, on a Holiday, thinking Grant would give the South better "terms."  They did. The people of Vicksburg were starving and the Union troops shared their food. Neither did they take the Souths troops as prisoners. Okay, so they were good guys about it! For years, the South continued to "fight the war".....the 4th of July wasn't celebrated. Nothing was closed, in Vicksburg, on the 4th. I'm not sure about the rest of the south. We might as well have been Geminis -----we just never forgot!! Finally, after the allies won WWII we began minor celebrations. However...