I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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COLLAR
I found a collar in my old trunk of stuff. Took a picture. See it above? Obviously I didn’t starch and iron it like I did in the fifties. I don’t know where this collar came from but it sent … Continue reading
I’M OLDER THAN … FITTED SHEETS!
I have rid myself of many bed linens. Although I almost always strip the bed, wash and dry the sheets and remake the bed on the same day, I was careful to keep an extra pair of sheets just in … Continue reading
Posted in "Tween God and Me, aging, change, memories, Uncategorized
Tagged aging, changes, fitted sheets, I'm Older Than, me, memories
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THAT DRIVES ME TO DRINK
I made a reservation to have my fingernails done. Noon tomorrow? Okay, fine. About 15 minutes later I got a call asking if I could come in at 4:00 today. Okay, fine. I arrived on time. The place was full … Continue reading
SADIE BECOMES A LADY
There once was a child named Sadie Who bounced, jumped, and twirled As bands slipped from hair uncurled. Would Sadie ever become a lady? Now ninety, age has done her no favors And sitting has now replaced labors. Her mind … Continue reading
Posted in aging, family, Friday Fictioneers, memories, mothers, Rochelle's picture prompt, senility, Uncategorized
Tagged aging, family, Friday Fictioneers, mother, Rochelle's picture prompt, senility
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“I’LL LOOK AFTER HER”
How about that three cent stamp! This was the letter Sammy wrote my parents in 1953. Letterhead was Southwestern Bible College in Oklahoma City. Dated April 10, 1953: Dear Mr. and Mrs. Rodgers, … Continue reading
Posted in letters, long marriage, marriage, me, memories, nostalgia, Uncategorized, Valentine Day, youth
Tagged letters, long marriage, love, marriage, me, Sammy, valentine
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FEELING BITTERSWEET
I’m having another birthday soon. So being nostalgic. FEELING BITTERSWEET Wearing sack dresses and platform shoes Reading Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew Feeling bittersweet. Singing “How Much is That Doggie in the Window” Seeing Lassie fight bears and leave them … Continue reading
Posted in aging, memories, nostalgia, Uncategorized
Tagged aging, bittersweet, changes, memories, nostalgia
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POOR? NOT ME!
“I only worked one day last week and Mrs. A. called me yesterday and said she didn’t need me this week either. So I guess you are going to have to order me some shoes and some underclothes. I am … Continue reading
Posted in letters, memories, Pete and Amy, Uncategorized
Tagged blessed life, college days, family, letters, memories, nostalgia, work
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LITTLE THINGS MEAN A LOT
Age has dulled his mind But thoughts of a spinning top make his face light up. ***** My take on the words “light” and “top” suggested prompt for haiku by Ronovan
Posted in aging, memories
Tagged aging, memories, nostalgia, Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, spinning top, toys
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COAL OIL LAMP
(This picture shows a coal oil lamp with a card inserted behind one “prong” of the wick burner. It will help to explain what mother meant when she told about putting a card at the side of the globe. It … Continue reading
Posted in family, memories
Tagged aging, blessed life, change, changing family, Cleda Amy Rodgers, lamp, lamp light, memories, nostalgia
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LIFE IN TORNADO ALLEY
Air out the bedding and put in the bug bomb! Cellar cleaning time again. Ears tuned to the TV weather channel. It’s tornado season! As a child I was naïve regarding weather. The only thing we had was hot and … Continue reading