by Deb Farris | Mar 23, 2016 | Musings
I remember that his hand was still warm as I watched my father take it into his own, wrapping it—warmth against warmth. Sometimes that’s all we can do is hold on… And I remember now, the bird with the yellow crown—like the yellow cap my brother wore—which sat in the...
by Deb Farris | Jun 21, 2014 | Family, Uncategorized
Late last fall, Dad and I were in the car on our way to the Sunday service at a church he had designed. He’d been asked to give a talk on it for Doors Open the following week. It was a church designed with a hill around it, a solar tower and grass covered roof—green...
by Deb Farris | Feb 3, 2014 | Family, Uncategorized
Dad will turn 85 on February 9. A year ago, I found a birthday card that read, Still rockin’ and rollin’ at 85! so I bought it and told Dad he better stick around to get it. I knew he would since I had spent my money on it. It’s almost been a year...
by Deb Farris | Dec 21, 2013 | Family, Uncategorized
I could see Holy Hill, the highest point in our part of the state, from my bedroom window at the farm. It was like a beacon when surrounded by the setting sun. At Christmas time, I would lie in bed and look out at it, searching for Santa’s sleigh—my eyes...
by Deb Farris | Oct 17, 2013 | Family, Uncategorized
They met in high school. She was the new girl. They passed each other in the hall one day and he was immediately smitten…. It’s true,Todd and I met at Riverside High School when we were 15. It was the year we moved back to Milwaukee. He became best friends...
