Travel and Humility

The Humility of Travel Santa Ana, Honduras “I’m a thousand miles away from home, Standing in the rain. A thousand miles away from home, Just waiting on a train.” -Jimmy Rogers “Waiting on a Train.” Travel—especially travel internationally—builds humility. In a foreign land, you’re off your own turf, you’re bad at the language, ignorant of …

Roy Greene’s Door

Roy Greene’s Door This is a warning: Be careful with the doors at the Lake Charles Civic Center! I was there last week and as I entered the men’s room, I recalled Roy Greene’s story. The Lake Charles Civic Center opened thirty years ago. Amazingly, it was constructed on sand pumped out of the adjacent …

Why I Write

Why I write I write for influence. The written word can travel into places– and hearts– far away from where we are. This is a picture of Josh Miller, a great great great great grandson of Joe and Eliza Moore. Josh is a student at Pitkin Elementary where I visit yearly for their Family Reading …

Coming Home to Sugartown

Another Iles comes home to Sugartown My Iles ancestors came to what is now Beauregard Parish in about 1819. Before you begin to think I’m puffed up about that, remember this: Most early settlers of this part of Louisiana called “The Outlaw Strip” were runninElg from the law. William Iles and his family found a …

A Handup . . . not a Handout

“A Hand up… not a Handout” From the book, Hearts Across The Water by Curt Iles Background: After the devastating Indian Ocean tsunami of Dec. 26, 2004, I traveled there with a medical group. In a small village called Garut, I listened in on the conversation told in this story. One of the Displaced Person’s …

An Enduring Marriage of 77 Years

76 years of marriage—no, make that 77. They were always together. In my fifty years of knowing them, I can seldom recall seeing one without the other. And that’s how Uncle Gordon and Aunt Letha will live on in my heart. With the recent death of my grandmother’s last living sibling, Letha Reynolds, a marriage …

“You’re the Man”

“You’re the Man” I wonder if they’ll give Captain Sully his “Broken Wing” award. It’s a special aviation award for safely landing a disabled aircraft. As you are aware, Chelsey B. “Sully” Sullenberger III is the pilot who saved the lives of 155 passengers of US Airways Flight 1549, when he safely landed the large …

A Journey: Dry Creek to Big D.C.

This is an excerpt from my third book, Wind in the Pines. As I watched today’s inauguration of Barak Obama, I was reminded of an estimated one- million- man crowd I was a part of on the National Mall. This is a story of what God taught me there. “From ‘Big D.C.’ to ‘little d.c.’” …

Where is your “Prayer Tree?”

Where is your prayer tree? Jesus, in His sermon on the mount, talked about having a place to get alone with God. In the older Bible versions, He called it a “closet.” The New International Version states it this way: “When you pray, go into your room, close the door, and pray to your Father, …

The Writing Life: Published?

Thoughts from Curt Iles I’ve made a new friend via the Internet, Doug from Canada. He had several questions on self-publishing and perseverance. Here are some of my thoughts. On Rejection: Rejection is the badge of honor of any writer working hard to be published. In spite of the success God has blessed me with …

The Writing Life: Inspiration

At The Old House my “writing room” guarded by my writing assistant Ivory. I’m a member of a wonderful writing group called “Ripplers.” We have a weekly discussion topic. This week’s topic is “finding inspiration to write.” There are several ideas I have. As always, your comments and ideas are welcome. Writing Inspiration Inspiration does …

Headlights

Living in a “headlight culture” Curt Iles curtiles@aol.com http://www.creekbank.net Maybe it’s a Southern thing (like fried catfish and pink flamingos in front yards) but I’ve always liked headlamps—or as we call them headlights. In our rural community of Dry Creek, it really gets dark. No streetlights and few houses make for beautiful nights. On these …

The Evening Holler

The first short story in my first book, Stories from the Creekbank, continues to be one of our reader’s favorites. It is entitled “The Evening Holler” and I’ve told it and read it to literally to hundreds of groups over the past ten years. At the end of this short story is a special picture …

The Death of my Uncle, Bob Plott

  My beloved uncle, Bob Plott, died last week after a long illness.My mother’s only brother, he never married.Uncle Bob lived with my grandparents until their deaths in the early 1990’s. He then moved full time to his fishing camp on Texas’ Sam Rayburn Lake. He was so good to my two sisters and I.We …