by Amyanne Rigby | Oct 3, 2024 | Memory Lane
A landmark. It was everybody’s tree, standing “on look out,” guarding school age children, league baseball players, and Coal Creek adventurers. The foliage changed with the seasons, marking the passage of time. Its beauty surpassed its smaller “neighbors.” This...
by Amyanne Rigby | Oct 3, 2024 | Memory Lane
We all Scream for Ice Cream What’s your favorite ice cream flavor? Me, I am a chocolate kind of gal, but every now and then I let my taste buds wander. My love affair with ice cream began years ago. My maternal grandparents are Beaver people. Every so often, I...
by Amyanne Rigby | Oct 3, 2024 | Memory Lane
Cows: “Stand perfectly still and don’t worry. They are just as afraid of you as you are of them,” my grandfather instructed as I was given my spot in the pasture. The closer they came, the more the fear crept into my small frame. But I stood my ground even as these...
by Amyanne Rigby | Oct 3, 2024 | Memory Lane
I can still hear the back door close behind me as I enter “my candy store,” and I smell the very distinct scent that says Cowley Drug. With my red two-wheeler parked out back, I rush down the sloped entrance and stop at the old-fashioned soda machine to...
