Stick A Fork In Me

Linda Burton posting from Arkadelphia, Arkansas – Today is the first day of winter. And you can stick a fork in me, I’m done with autumn, worn out. My dance card has been filled cover to cover these last three months, no time to spare. So what in heck has been going on? First there was the scare with brother Craig; heart problems, surgery required. I spent a week in Alabama, an anxious time. He’s recovering now, riding his exercise bike and gaining strength. His friends and neighbors rallied round, bringing smiles and encouragement and cheer; God bless them all. What would we do without our friends? And I’ve been reading and studying like a fool; the Paleo-Indians, the mound builders, the Spanish conquerors, the French traders, the British and their kings. The wars, and alliances. The grabbing for land, the motives, and the outcomes. Dizzying in scope, the settlement of our country, pieced together state by state. The Henderson campus was lively in October; students thumbed their cellphones as they rushed here to there; pressure building, papers due. Henderson Halloween allowed a little fun, the campus decorated from tree-top to fence-post with spidey-webs and ghosties and green-eyed witches wearing black hats. Every kid in Arkadelphia was invited for Trick or Treating, candy-laden tables were sponsored by campus organizations and manned by students. But the Round About Artist Studio Tour was even before that, the major Caddo River Arts Guild event of the year, when people come from everywhere to visit working artists’ studios in our Caddo River region. Do you know about miniatures, and Rita Earles? » read more