By Phalma Hobbs In memory of her son Donal Wlmer Hobbs Born June 6, 1954, Died June 15, 1954 Dear Donald, For such a little while I held you in my arms, smelled your sweet baby fragrance, touched your downy soft skin, and felt your goodness and your strength. I looked into your eyes and…
“A Cat Named Timmy” By: Phalma Hobbs Timmy came into our lives in the spring of 1970, my youngest daughter, four years old, wanted a kitten. The neighbor’s cat had a brood of kittens they were trying to find homes for, so off she went with her older sister to pick one up. I remember…
by the late Phalma Hobbs, my mother. There is a house that stands alone upon a hill. Its roof outlines the horizon, its walls stand straight and still. How I loved that house; it was my childhood home. That house once knew happiness, love and laughter, the patter of children’s feet, the knowing smiles of…
