GRANDPA’S TALL (TRUE) TALES
Tale #7– “Night Rescue”
Ken and Lois had married a few months before. They were trying to decide what the Lord wanted them to do. Ken had completed one year at Baptist Bible College (BBC) in Springfield, Missouri. He and Lois planned ministry but the details of education [...]

It was July 4th, 1955. My buddy LeRoy Beckwith, Seaman Apprentice, as the Navy put it, rode beside me from Glenview Naval Air Station as I pointed my little black Chevy north toward the picnic park a mile or so the other side of Deerfield, Illinois. We were in “civies,” no dress [...]

NEWS NOTE FROM KENWALKS.COM
I’m back. kenwalks.com has been “off the air” for quite a few weeks now. I have been moving my family to our new ministry in Portersville, Ohio, a tiny community in south central Ohio, just forty miles from where I grew up.
Our church here is a small country ministry that [...]

GRANDPA’S TALL (TRUE) TALES
The wagon wheels scored the soft earth as the old Furgeson tractor pulled it to a stop in the hillside corn field. It was November and a bit cold but not unusually so for central Ohio this time of year. As I recall, my school district was not holding classes [...]

GRANDPA’S TALL (TRUE) TALES
It was a typical wintry afternoon, that January day in 1969. School had been canceled before we all left for classes that morning. That meant that Melony had not boarded the bus for her trip to Quincy, Ohio early in the day and her little brother Kenny was home too. Their [...]

GRANDPA’S TALL (TRUE) TALES
It happened one evening near Halloween in 1964 but it was no prank. It involved a task the men of our church were to do around 6 o’clock at the parsonage. We were to move a piano.
This was not just any piano. It was one of those monsters musicians call [...]

It was a hot spring day, that afternoon in 1946. Dad, my brother, Bill, and I had spent the earlier part of the afternoon picking berries.
Dad was always careful to remind us not to mix raspberries with blackberries as we picked, something about blackberries being of stronger flavor ruined that of the raspberries that [...]

Tale #1 - “The Black Paper”
The east entryway of our church is often used for storing things not in immediate use. When our children lived here they fell heir to a van that went bad and had to be junked. However, the back two sets of seats were in fine condition. The kids had [...]