Articles by Linda Brendle

Sunday was a great day with our church family at Believers’ Baptist. That was the opening sentence I planned for a simple article about some touching vignettes I saw on the first day of this week. […]

When David and I moved to Emory in February of 2011, I was about as much of a city slicker as a girl could be. […]

It’s Sunday evening, and the sun just set on another Resurrection Day. […]

The plans for our 23rd anniversary celebration began a week or so before the day, but the idea was really born in the first few years of our marriage. […]

In the 1950s the counterculture, those opposed to the existing social rules, was made up of people who wrote books nobody understood and people who sat around on the floor discussing its deeper meanings. […]

I joined Facebook many years ago when a friend suggested I sign up so she could share pictures of her grandchildren with me. Why not? […]

One of David’s jobs around the Brendle homestead is to wash the cars. It’s not one of his favorite pastimes, probably because invariably, the day after he washes one or both vehicles, it rains. […]

In late December I saw a post on a Facebook page written by Jonathan Lance, theater teacher at Rains High School. […]

The Friends of Rains County Public Library Spring Book Sale Event is less than two months away, and I’m getting worried. Why? […]

This month David has “the duty” at church on Sunday morning. […]