May 31, 2014

The Photo That Tells a Story



 For this week’s WPchallenge: become a documentary photographer—attempt to capture a candid moment of a person, place…document a moment in time through a single image…capture an image that tells a full story in a single frame, I chose one new photo*…

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and two photos from my files.

What story do you see in these photos? I invite you to share your story in the comment box below.



NOTE: Watch for my article on the emergency preparedness drill at the Arnold Palmer Regional Airport, Latrobe, PA.

May 23, 2013

Russell E. “Rusty Earl” Roy

RUSSELL E. “Rusty Earl” Roy

Russell E. “Rusty Earl” Roy, 77, died at 7:45 a.m., Saturday, May 4, 2013, at Countryside Convalescent Home. Although he lived at the Home for seven years, he was a lifelong resident of Jamestown, Pennsylvania.
Russell was born February 7, 1936, in Jamestown, Pennsylvania, to King C. and Minnie B. Wiser Roy.

A memorial service was held for Russell on May 25th at the Allegheny Wesleyan Methodist Church in Jamestown.

The following post is from interviews with Russ in 1997.

It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Entering Russell E. Roy’s soul, however, requires a different route.

Russell, a. k. a. Rusty and Russ, opens the window to his soul through poetic writing.

He began writing poems when his sister Alice Hoover, Mercer, asked him to write a table blessing for her bowling banquet. Although he wanted to help his sister he felt uncomfortable fulfilling her request because he opposes serving alcoholic beverages at bowling alleys. His way of helping Alice without compromising his own values was to write an appropriate allegorical poem, The Final Frame, through which he began opening the window to his soul.

Russ’s writing method is unique. He bypasses the common writing tools—pen and paper, typewriter and computer. Instead, he picks up a (more…)

July 26, 2011

Disability Doesn’t Mean Disabled: Two Role Models




     After becoming legally blind, Janice Greer worked for a time as a typesetter and later sewed costumes for her children’s high school plays, according to her daughter Aimee Coleman and son Thomas Greer. Although both will miss their mother, who died from cancer on April 12, 2011, they will cherish the memories of her being a role model.*

     Reading this Janice Greer’s obituary reminded me of two important people I’ve known on this journey called life.


     One result of my parent’s divorce was that I was separated from my father’s family. I didn’t meet my paternal aunt, Nyllis Gardner, until I was well into adulthood. When I met her, was wheelchair bound and bedridden, and her hands were grossly distorted from arthritis. Yet she managed to hand stitch Barbie doll clothes for her church bizarre. She also made needlework items on plastic canvas. 

Nyllis Gardner's hand-stitched Barbie Doll clothes

     Watching her work made me realize what a struggle it was for her to create the many (more…)

December 9, 2009




Rustie Earle

Today, December 10, is my birthday—I won’t say which one, but I’m well over 18 years old. Rustie, a blind poet who composes on a tape recorder  wrote an acrostic poem about me, titled simply CAROLYN, to celebrate my birthday one year. (a link to another of Rustie’s posts is included in the ADDITIONAL READING list below)

C is for character, no matter how you mean it.

A is for (more…)

November 26, 2009

The Thanksgiving Baby



Rustie Earle

It was great to feel your baby kick, to feel it move around.

I hope that it’s healthy and happy, born weighing seven and one half pounds.

May you always remember, this is God’s gift from above,

And may each become guilty (more…)

February 18, 2008


During Lent in 2007 the Beanery Online Literary Magazine, in conjunction with the Open Hands Ministries (a web site for the Open Hands and the United Methodist Churches in the Ligonier Valley, PA) posted forty days of Lent devotions. This year, I will repost one every five days, with links to additional devotions at the end of each reading.

SCRIPTURE: Mark 14:8 She (an unnamed woman) did what she could. She poured perfume on my body beforehand to prepare for my burial. (NIV)

REFLECTION: Jesus was supportive of the simple but elegant gift given by an unknown woman. He explained its symbolic meaning: (more…)

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