Dear Commodore, There are six feet of dirt and almost one hundred and two years between us. We finally made the drive to Cassville, Missouri, when we found out this is where you were laid to rest. I’ve known about you for a few years now; my grandpa is your great-grandson, which would make me…
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“Remember that time up at Grand?”
The early years of our time spent up at the lake were almost as pure and genuine as they come. There were no iPhones or social media, so everything that was done was done for the simple fact that it was worth doing. The games, the laughing, the fishing, and the laps in the golf cart weren’t done to be posted on social media, and we weren’t interrupted by phone calls, text messages, or scrolling. It was just a group of families who cherished time with each other in the simplest form. I can almost guarantee that it’s why, when I think back to my very best memories of my childhood, the most vivid scenes I can look back on, the ones that feel so special and carefree…were there.
The White Oak Hills: A Tender Story of Loving the Land My Heart Calls Home
1895, exactly one hundred years before I was born, a group of settlers decided to put down roots in what they would call White Oak in the Northeast corner of Indian Territory, now present-day Oklahoma. Well over a hundred and thirty years later, I know why they would have chosen this place, for I’ve tasted…
I Wish I Were More Like You: A little letter for my little Logan
How often have I caught myself saying “he’s just so much sometimes” when referring to the antics of the youngest of our three boys. I catch myself because I know that I’m actually truly grateful for everything this little guy is, but at the same time it’s hard to explain just how bold, confident and…
Cast Iron for the History, the Hunt, and the Hungry: Discover the Joy of Collecting Vintage Cast Iron
Brentlee reflects on cast iron cooking, driven by nostalgia and a love for history. She emphasizes the joy of collecting vintage pieces, the thrill of discovering them, and their practical benefits. Cast iron’s longevity and storytelling potential create a meaningful connection to family and cooking traditions.
Chicken Coop Repairs and Coop Clean Out Using Coffee Ground Bedding: Making Use of What You Have on Hand
May of 2024 brought the first tornado I have ever been through in my twenty-eight years of living in Oklahoma. There are so many things I learned in the aftermath of that night, but that is a post for another day. Right now, we’re heading into November with more severe storms and tornado risks on…
From Blog to Purpose: The Heart of the Homeland Story
Heart of the Homeland began as a food blog in 2019, sparked by a late-night revelation. The journey involved learning web development while sharing recipes and life stories. After a two-year hiatus due to personal challenges, the blog returned with renewed purpose, reflecting faith, creativity, and community through meaningful content.
Red Tail Feathers: A Summer with Baby Grace
The author reflects on the seasons of life, emphasizing a special summer linked to meeting Wendi Lou Lee, the actress who portrayed Baby Grace on Little House on the Prairie. Wendi’s book, Red Tail Feathers, shares her journey of grace and redemption, showcasing God’s work in her life. The author describes the joy of participating in Wendi’s unique book launch and their eventual in-person meeting, highlighting the connections formed through shared experiences and faith.
There’s Bears in Them Woods
Fresh pellets were added to the stove before the fireplace insert door was closed. He calmly took his seat in the worn leather chair. With the light low, the flames dancing, and that old oak tree casting shadows on the wall, he knew the conditions were just right. He put an oversized orange cowboy hat…
Hunt Hard but Laugh Harder: Overcoming Perfectionism in the Field and Learning to Enjoy the Hunt
Never Let the Pressure to be Perfect Keep You Out of the Field I took a deep breath as I reached into the dark to take hold of the tree stand ladder on that October morning in 2018. Rung by rung, I climbed until I was seated eighteen feet above the ground. I was a…