Wood, Water and Wonderment 6/21/2020

By: Jennifer Richardson Holt When I think of my father I think of wood.  I think of walnut and mahogany.  I think of the sounds of guitar, mandolin and fiddle, not violin, no, definitely fiddle. I think of the wholesome sounds of wood and string mingling. See, my daddy is always surrounded by wood. He’sContinue reading “Wood, Water and Wonderment 6/21/2020”