This is a song I wrote when working. I stopped for a lunch break, and thought about the elderly people I had been taking care of. How one woman in particular was suffering from dementia. How sad it made me feel for her. I pulled out my guitar and wrote this song quickly, as I had to get back to work. I wrote this song in honor of the ones who are in their Golden years. Old is Gold. Much love to...

Dear friends! This wonderful story will be continued! I will update you on the When of things!!! So much Love to YOU and so many songs in the makings! So we sing!! Rachel:-)

The smell of bacon and eggs, hash-browns on the grill and homemade toast crisping in the oven made for a good start to a new day. Goldsmith, hungry from the night before looked forward to his morning coffee and now friends, he'd call them. The small village had a charm that lingered on and more and more the humble abode felt like home. The other miners early to rise were chatting and laughing as...

"Matthew! Do you agree with the consensus?" The group of miners all staring at Matt as they huddled around the table at Mammie's for their evening meeting. Matthew had developed his leadership skills some, as Goldsmith had been coaching him along. Matt, still insecure on the inside and with a manner some would consider weak, was after all very intelligent and learning the ropes of mining...

It was a grueling task, pulling out the old beams, setting a new path for a way into the mine. The deep crevasse now evident was to be carefully walked around. A small railing, now in place, was all the team could come up with. Goldsmith brought his compass and measured what he had now discovered was the actual vein of gold predicted years past. He felt his temperature rise, even on this cold,...