Saw an article linked from FB today about the Abernathy boys, a couple of young brothers who rode horses from their home in Oklahoma to New York City to see their hero, Teddy Roosevelt. Bud was 10, his little brother Temp was only 6. They traveled alone. It was the year 1910.


It's not as if they were orphans. Their father was John Abernathy, a US Marshal in western Oklahoma known to many, including Roosevelt himself, as "Catch-em-alive Abernathy" for the way he hunted wolves: by reaching into their den and pulling them out with his hand. The boys went with the blessing and provisions of their dad.


The article touches on the differences in society's attitudes between then and now toward what children can be allowed and expected to do. Well, between most of human history and now. Between a kind of risk-taking that loses some and toughens the rest, and the kind of hyperprotectiveness that may just shift the loss and the lessening to later.


Read the article here.

Saw this on FB this morning:


"[N]othing can be more hurtful to the service, than the neglect of discipline; for that discipline, more than numbers, gives one army the superiority over another." – George Washington, General Orders, Headquarters, Morristown, July 6, 1777;" The Writings of George Washington from the Original Manuscript Sources, 1745—1799," edited by John C. Fitzpatrick, 39 vols. Washington, D.C.: Government Printing Office (1931-44) Vol. 8, p. 359


Discipline is what this daydreaming, wandering, seat-pants-flying sonofagun has always wanted.


Many times I've observed this want, and set about to correct it, only to let it all go fallow, and for the weeds and debris of abandoned labors and dreams to clutter the landscape of my life.


But it is spring, and that's what hope does.


Bridging the Gap Community Services will be sponsoring a Marketplace in Roanoke, Alabama on April 2, and Little White Cabin will be there with hot-off-the-press copies of The Book of Cain, The Relic, and Rufus to quench your thirst for a great story. We'll have a booth on the inside, so come on in out of the sun (or rain, as the case may be) and bag yourself an autographed copy.


Try something different from the standard arts & crafts fare. See you there.


And don't forget to mosey up to Anniston the following Saturday, April 9, for the Noble Street Festival. As local events go, it's a big'un, and a wonderful way to spend a balmy spring day. We'll have our booth there, too. Make it a date.