by Darlene L. Turner | Jan 16, 2023 | Darlene L. Turner, Life's Zigzags | Mama's Patchwork
She studied her husband from a distance. He turned left, stopped, and looked to his right. He took a step that way. Stopped. Turned around. Was he lost? Trepidation twisted his handsome but weathered face. Stange. He had gone to the washroom, so she waited for him on...
by Darlene L. Turner | Dec 12, 2022 | Christmas Baking, Darlene L. Turner | Mama's Patchwork
“Do I have to Mom? It’s so boring!” My whiney voice blared throughout the house. “Yes, and you will thank me one day.” I shuffled into the kitchen and put on an apron. It was Saturday and Mom wanted me to make cookies. I’d rather be playing with my friends or reading...
by Darlene L. Turner | Nov 28, 2022 | Darlene L. Turner, Her Creative Hands | Calming Crafts, Mama's Patchwork
She watched patiently as her daughter attempted to hold the knitting needles in the correct manner. “It doesn’t feel right that way Mom. How about this?” Her youngest daughter held the needles so they were under her fingers not on top like a pencil, as most knitters...
by Darlene L. Turner | Nov 21, 2022 | Darlene L. Turner, Forever Friends, Mama's Patchwork | Mama's Patchwork
“Oh Marylou, Marylou,” we heard our Dad say as he looked in the rear-view mirror. We could tell from the panic in his voice something happened. We turned to see our friend’s car and camper crashed in the median between the busy US highways. Instantly, Dad pulled over...
by Darlene L. Turner | Nov 7, 2022 | Darlene L. Turner, Lest we forget, Remembering...War Brothers, Remembrance Day, Veteran's Day | Mama's Patchwork
Exhausted, the prisoners shuffled their way back to the one-room shack they called “home” in the Japanese prison camp. Inside were five bunk beds lined up against the walls and ten straw mats in the middle of the room. In one corner stood a stove, unused. They were...
by Darlene L. Turner | Oct 10, 2022 | Darlene L. Turner, Harrison Mountain Thanksgiving Treasures, Mama's Patchwork Legacy | Mama's Patchwork
It didn’t matter which direction I looked, I saw amber, fiery orange, and brilliant red leaves swaying in the breeze. The view takes my breath away and I inhale deeply filling my lungs with the smell of fall. As I stand in the middle of the field on top of Harrison...
