Tag Archives: childhood
Getting Saved and Knowing Jesus (8th anniversary) Part 2
When did I get saved? I don’t know. Some folks have said that a person is not saved if he cannot tell you the time and place. I say, “T’aint so.” I never had a chance to actively “sin” in … Continue reading
I’m A Child of the King (8th anniversary) Part 1
Since my youth, O God, you have taught me,And to this day I declare your marvelous deeds.Even when I am old and gray,do not forsake me, O God,Till I declare your power to the next generation,your might to all who … Continue reading
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRYDON
I sat observing a great-nephew at Christmas time. Brydon had received a Lego kit. He went directly to a card table, pulled out the book, looked at the first few pages, then back to the first to see what pieces … Continue reading
THE MAKING OF “me”
(A copy and paste from four years ago – instead of eighty-one, I’m now eighty-five and Alayna is twenty-six.) The browning album crackled from the weight of the fading pictures as my grandchildren turned the page of the wonderland that … Continue reading
LET’S CHAT
Let’s chat about downsizing. I invited some friends over for lunch last week. As I set the table for three, I considered downsizing where it really hurts. Sixty years ago having lunch together meant husbands and kids also. Fourteen of … Continue reading
Boisterous
Boisterous Challenging charm of childhood. Too soon turns to lackadaisical languishment of lazy laggers. Both will wear grandmothers out! ************ Image from pixabay Prompt word “boisterous” for JusJoJan by Linda, January 2 https://lindaghill.com/2017/12/27/what-is-just-jot-it-january-2018-rules/
ROOM WITH A VIEW
“When we move, you will have a room all by yourself, and so will Bubby,” promised Momma and Daddy. And they kept that promise. About a quarter of a mile south of the sandy creek in the Southeastern corner of … Continue reading
LET HER SOAR
Monkey bars give birth To the cheerleader within As future takes hold. Haiku prompt: birth, cheer by Ronovan
CHILDHOOD ANGST? NOT FOR ME
Shh… I’m thinking. Shh… I’m reliving moments from yesteryear. Shh… I’m striving to discover a deep dark secret from my childhood. My internal tape recorder reveals no mystery, no secrets, no pain. Sort of disappointing, isn’t it? Surely I am … Continue reading
Sweet aroma 