Tag Archives: childhood

THE MAKING OF “me”

Posted on June 22, 2019 by

(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 →

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LET’S CHAT

Posted on June 18, 2019 by

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 →

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Boisterous

Posted on January 2, 2018 by

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/

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ROOM WITH A VIEW

Posted on April 9, 2017 by

“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 →

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LET HER SOAR

Posted on June 22, 2016 by

Monkey bars give birth To the cheerleader within As future takes hold. Haiku prompt: birth, cheer by Ronovan  

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CHILDHOOD ANGST? NOT FOR ME

Posted on May 31, 2015 by

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 →

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