From the book Small Drops of Rain by Frances White. "When I was about two months old and about the time my father arrived, I caught whooping cough and influenza from my Uncle Harry, who, being a young fellow, went everywhere, and who brought the disease home to the rest of the children. (The poor… Continue reading I Am Ill.
Excerpt from Small Drops of Rain by Frances T. White, edited and arrange by Jo Ann Condgen. "I look at my hands and I think: Someday these hands will lie still and composed in death. Their work will be over and forgotten, unless---------there be those who remember their touch, whether it be in anger or… Continue reading Reflections in the Pool of My Mind.