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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Why does this chicken box have a hole in the back? To poke French fries through, of course. ******* Time for my friends to meet a great grandson. Picture of an ingenious child, huh?
Edith Murray was called Granneth by her family. She liked it much better than Grandma Edith. The little ones learned quickly to say something that sounded like Granneth. Her grandchildren were always anxious to show off their new ones as … Continue reading
“Hurry, Baby, we have to get out of here before the snow gets worse,” said Roger to Ashlyn as they went out the door. Sammy and I stood in the door watching them go. Ashlyn hurried along beside her “Haw-Hee.” … Continue reading
Making use of the birthday jump rope. This is the first of your birthdays that you are taller than I. I remember when your legs got too long to put them in my face on my pillow. And I remember … Continue reading
I saw on Face Book that a group of mothers signed a petition to ask one of their friends to dry up about the daily/hourly achievements of her infant daughter. Well, if you think mothers are bad, you should just … Continue reading
moor uf mi kdz with nu fonz. i got 2 lern 2 tex. i haf tene-ajers lernin me. Thx, kdz 4 yur lernin me. Nou kan i rite so yu kan reed rite? Sumtims i donnut spel rite – hoap … Continue reading
Splintered fragments from my day. RRRing. Answering phone. Hello. Want the girls today? Sure send them over. Running with hugs. Using water bottle to squirt water. Chasing yellow butterfly. Enters house. Soaking feet. Painting toenails. Turned over nail polish. Cotton … Continue reading
Ashlyn (7) and Jadalyn (8) were here last week. While I washed the dishes I remembered the days when they both clamored to pull up a stool and wash the dishes. I let them do so occasionally, but generally I … Continue reading
“Tell of his deeds…to your children and future generations.” “You’re depending on me a lot, aren’t you, Grandma?” “Yes, Sweetie, I am,” I replied. A few years ago this little exchange occurred between me and Alayna. It was at … Continue reading
(Posting an edited re-blog today. Thinking of my beautiful granddaughter; wishing her blessings as her college graduation is near. Story begins about sixteen years ago. My thoughts as the album pages turn.) ************ The browning album crackled from the weight … Continue reading