Dorothy Jane Scott was a beautiful thirty-two-year-old single mother living with her aunt in Stanton, California. Friends and family described the young churchgoing woman as kind, compassionate, and giving. A wonderful mother who preferred quiet nights at home with her four-year-old son over going out, dating, and socializing. Dorothy worked as a back-office secretary at Swinger’s Psych Shop and Custom John’s Head Shop. Both businesses were jointly owned and both were previously owned by Dorothy’s father who, after selling, continued to work there as a handyman. The shops were located in a 2400 sq. ft. space located at 517 S…


***Recently, while going through the family home after losing my mother to Covid, I came across the writing of my great-grandmother, Minnie Louise Bumphrey, who was a published writer and poet. Over the next few days I will be sharing her works on my blog. ***

This piece was written about a neighbor boy named Pete Fischer:

He was just a little fellow that I liked from the first day and from my kitchen window I would watch him play.

He made a house up in a tree and, oh, the fun he had.

I thought as I was watching…


Just a Bum

***Recently, while going through the family home after losing my mother to Covid, I came across the writing of my great-grandmother, Minnie Louise Bumphrey, who was a published writer and poet. Over the next few days I will be sharing her works on my blog.***

He walked down the road in the fading light, wondering where he could sleep that night.

All that he had was in his hand. Just a bundle, was all he possessed in the land.

No home, no friends, no place to go. No shelter from winter is cold and snow.

No smiles…


The Television

***Recently, while going through the family home after losing my mother to Covid, I came across the writing of my great-grandmother, Minnie Louise Bumphrey, who was a published writer and poet. Over the next few days I will be sharing her works on my blog. This poem was initially untitled and fascinates me as she shares her memories of the pre-television days***

We used to go to the shows each week.

T’was fun back in those days.

But now we have a television and it sure has changed our ways.

We went uptown on Saturdays, we did our…


This Life

***Recently, while going through the family home after losing my mother to Covid, I came across the writing of my great-grandmother, Minnie Louise Bumphrey, who was a published writer and poet. Over the next few days I will be sharing her works on my blog. This poem was initially untitled.***

This life is just a bubble and can burst most any time.

No matter how much gold you have or if your home is fine.

Life is something on can’t buy — no — for it, man cannot pay.

It was given to man by “God” above and…


I Wish I Didn’t Care

***Recently, while going through the family home after losing my mother to Covid, I came across the writing of my great-grandmother, Minnie Louise Bumphrey, who was a published writer and poet. Over the next few days I will be sharing her works on my blog.***

I wish I didn’t care when folks speak cross to me.

I wish I didn’t care how cold some folks may be.

I wish I didn’t care when things go wrong and just forget my worries with a song.

I wish I didn’t care when I can’t have my when way, when things just don’t get done for many a day.

If I could just take things easy and drift along and banish all my worries with a song.

*** Originally written by Minnie Louise Bumphrey of Kewanee, Illinois.***


***Recently, while going through the family home after losing my mother to Covid, I came across the writing of my great-grandmother, Minnie Louise Bumphrey, who was a published writer and poet. Over the next few days I will be sharing her works on my blog.***

If I were blind and could not see the glances some directed me, I wonder if more calm I’d be.

Or if I were deaf and could not hear things some folks say when I’m not near, perhaps my skies would be more clear.

Or if I were dumb, no cross words I’d say to…


***Recently, while going through the family home after losing my mother to Covid, I came across the writing of my great-grandmother, Minnie Louise Bumphrey, who was a published writer and poet. Over the next few days I will be sharing her works on my blog.***

I saw an old house while walking down a street where I had not been for many years.

That old house brought back sweet memories and those memories brought tears.

I lived my childhood days all over again.

But that old house now was not old, it was new.

Again, I heard the talk and…


***Recently, while going through the family home after losing my mother to Covid, I came across the writing of my great-grandmother, Minnie Louise Bumphrey, who was a published writer and poet. Over the next few days I will be sharing her works on my blog. I’ll Come Back is a piece she wrote for her children; my grandfather and his siblings.***

My children:

No, you will never lose me, so don’t grieve when I pass on.

For I’ll still be always near you though and flesh I may be gone.

When you’re listening to music or you are enjoying the…


People Change

***Recently, while going through the family home after losing my mother to Covid, I came across the writing of my great-grandmother, Minnie Louise Bumphrey, who was a published writer and poet. Over the next few days I will be sharing her works on my blog. People Change is the first one I’ve chosen to share.***

People change and the seasons too, some days sunny some days blue.

But the rivers roll on in the same old way, endlessly on, every day.

The seasons come and the seasons go, sunshine and rain or ice and snow.

Each Spring everything…

Brenda Thornlow

Brenda Thornlow is an author, animal advocate, and certified Reiki Master from New York. Her books can be found on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and iTunes.

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