Sarah Walker Gorrell, Author

 She's just a sweet, little, black Pomeranian - with an attitude! The ebook, which can be downloaded to your tablet, Kindle, phone, or even the free Kindle app, on your computer is for little kids, ages 3 - 5. This little book is a true story about how Bella (when she was just 4 weeks old) came to live in our house.  She's often called "Bella, the Beast" because she often likes to "rule the roost" - and Precious, who is just 6 months older, won't tackle her (and tattles when Bella steals her bone.) To order just click the link and enjoy. Hopefully, there will be more Bella and Precious books! See Little Bella's New Home

It was a cold, wintery Thursday evening in January 1941 ....just a few months before the beginning of WWII when I was born to Horace and Ella Mae Hester Walker who had waited for 11 years for their 1st child. I was the 5th grandchild of "Cazzy" and Annie Catherine Gibson Walker. (And I was given her middle name as my middle name. I loved her like no child ever loved their "Granny.") No, I didn't know that I was born on a Thursday night ....I don't remember being (if ever) told those details, but I did look it up! I was born, on a kitchen table (I've been told) in a small rental house just down Hwy 37, south of Taylorsville,  MS.  Dr. Kennedy and my friend, Mary Lou Gregg Cheatham Cooke's mother, Myrtle Hathorn Gregg, was the midwife who helped to deliver me, on that table. (I never asked if they ever ate, on that table, again!) I wished, years later, that I had taken a photo of that little house. I do remember seeing it. I wish that I had asked to go...

It was a beautiful sunny, but cold, Christmas morning as I was driving up  Hwy 35 toward Mize. I was in no rush to get home to an empty house, except for the two furbabies that would be happy to see me and jumping for joy over the treats they knew that I would give them.  This really didn't seem like Christmas except for the tree and all the gifts that Santa had brought, at granddaughter Olivia's. I remembered Christmases past with the smell of cooking coming from the kitchen in both my house and many years before, at Granny's house. Trees and gifts and laughter flooded my mind and made me miss Christmases gone by, even more. I wasn't paying much attention as I drove along, with my memories.  I suddenly caught sight of what appeared to be a cemetery off to the side of the highway.  I drove on down the highway and found another cemetery in which to turn around. I just had to investigate! I got back to the old cemetery, now covered with dead vines. I safely parked, off...

Mike loves to go for afternoon rides and see the "country." I've been having to stay "in the area," just in case Evie Kate decides to make her appearance. I'm on the "going into labor" call in the event Sawyer and GiGi aren't "in the area." Y'all know that us "old ladies" love to be needed. (I think I was put "on the list" because I have a heavy foot.) If Olivia needed to get to Laurel in a hurry, I'm her girl!! Anyway, we decided that we'd go (for the hundredth time) to see the old Tom Sullivan house ......or is it the Wild Bill Sullivan house? (It's just the Sullivan house and it's in Sullivan's Hollow!!) If you want to read some "make your eyes go wide southern stuff" about years ago, just Google "Sullivan's Hollow in Mississippi". The first time I ever saw the old house, I was driving Douglas and Hilda Bynum back from a doctor's appointment, in Hat...

  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 ...