C.W. Gusewelle

C.W. Gusewelle

Carving the Thanksgiving opossum

The festive spirit has claimed our house. The floors are polished. The rugs and upholstery have been cleansed of the malfeasances of dogs and cats. Friends will be joining us at the holiday table, and I have risen in darkness to stuff and bake the Thanksgiving opossum.

C.W. Gusewelle

When house guests and house cats collide

Our house guests, Mel and Jo, were the nicest folks imaginable. They’d gotten up at 3 o’clock in the morning and driven all the way from Iowa for a church conference. And exhausted by that long day, they came to spend the night with us.

C.W. Gusewelle

The joy of a simpler type of writing

A couple weeks ago, my computer died. And my printer, useless without it, is moribund as well. So I am writing this on a typewriter, one of the 23 archaic machines that clutter an upper-floor room in our house. But who needs a printer anyway? The typewriter prints as it writes.

C.W. Gusewelle

Just a pup, but already an uncommon companion

Teal season in the Midwest arrives oddly out of time. The days still are warm and the leaves have not yet started to color when the early flights of green-wings and blue-wings come racing down the continent to linger a few weeks, then hurry on ahead of the cold.

C.W. Gusewelle

Generations span the century

The earliest memory is of a strange man bending to suffocate me with an evil smelling cloth — and parents allowing him to do it! A moment’s struggle. A sudden sleep. And waking then with the awful sore throat of a 4-year-old just separated from his tonsils.

Dallas mom describes terrifying ride aboard duck boat on Table Rock Lake

Gina Lumus, her husband, Paul, and their five children watched in horror as the duck boat ahead of them struggled through the water about 125 feet away from them. They were supposed to be on that boat.