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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To my Children from Decades Past: It is comforting to believe some of you remember me. Teachers have egos too. As I said in Part 1, I remember also. I wish it were not so but I admit to remembering … Continue reading
School has started. Does a teacher ever not take notice of that fact as the Septembers roll along? The following blog was posted three years ago. Join me in my memories. ************ To my Children in Decades Past: What a … Continue reading
The Humpty Truck has been retired at age 55. I took it to the Mustang Museum where it looks like he will have a safe and enjoyable life among other toys with similar tastes, values, and memories. Humpty was thirty-five … Continue reading
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
During the winter of 2012, I was most near skinny. I had been sick for eight months and lost about seventy pounds. Deciding to live it up a little with my new, rather nice figure, except of course for the … Continue reading
(Picture is my granddad and grandma. I’ll tell you about Grandma’s bonnet … Continue reading
Stoked embers sparkle Producing a glowing flame Lighting memories. https://ronovanwrites.com/2017/06/26/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-155-emberflame/
“Won’t you sit down and rest a spell,” invited my mom. My guilty conscience magnified the pleading in her voice. “Mom, I would love to, but I’m so busy,” “That’s the reason you should rest a spell,” she observed quite … Continue reading