Mj Pettengill

Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn all that we have taught them of charity, mercy, and patience.

The original blog was replaced with a simple poem. Here's why...

From the bosom of the devastated earth, a voice goes up with our own. It says, "Disarm, Disarm!"

From the bosom of the devastated earth, a voice goes up with our own. It says, "Disarm, Disarm!" Julia Ward Howe, 1870

From the bosom of the devastated earth, a voice goes up with our own. It says, "Disarm, Disarm!"

CARROLL COUNTY FARM CEMETERY 1870 — Beyond the mournful numbers, lie no more grief or fear. No sad or sweet thoughts linger, for those...

What is Mother’s Day? There are endless possibilities. I will bypass Mother Earth [this time] and focus on the actual holiday itself....

In “Etched in Granite,” we came to know Abigail, Silas, Nellie, and the others. Their tales, carefully woven together, bound by their...

Rain is my constant companion. Although nearing mid-May, I continue to carry wood to keep the fire burning in the kitchen stove. I refuse...

"O Holy Night" is significant to me and my family. It was very important to my father, because he sang it in his youth as a soloist at...

As time marches on, much of this cultural narrative remains ageless.

The steady song of the cicada emerges in August, signaling the winding down of the summer season. Family and friends gather together and...

After the loss of my father, I was in a place of sadness and mourning, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a fluttering of orange ...

How can we really know who we are? We may think that we know, but everything is subject to change. This is what I have observed. I am a...