Tag Archives: memories
MEET MY BROTHER – CLYDE RODGERS
Come let us reason together, I say. I am eighty-seven years old; Clyde was eighty-five. Reason will tell you I knew him for all his days. Longer than anyone here. Right? Of course. So I also knew the eighty-five year … Continue reading
THE TEAPOT CURSE
Funny Story, no spiritual significance unless I am gossiping. Hope not. Don’t think so since you have absolutely no idea who this story is about. Neither do I know her; I don’t think I ever knew her name. I did … 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
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
A LASTING GIFT
MOST OF YOU can’t go with me in time back to 1949, the date of the picture in the middle top. I don’t remember the guy in the picture; that has no importance. I am looking to see if I … Continue reading
HOUSE OF AN OLD WOMAN
Just making my way from room to room and finding albums, pictures, scrapbooks, memorabilia lying around all over the place, I’m thinking “I declare if this weren’t my house, I’d think an old woman lived here.” Ta Da, I’m off … Continue reading
CHANCE FOR HAPPINESS?
“Oh, please Hun, let’s buy it,” Lydia pleaded. Hun gave a loving but somewhat derisive chuckle. “Oh, I can see it now. The first time we have had money to invest, and you want this!” “I can see Luke and … Continue reading
DADDY WAS NO WHINER
(Given the current Bloomberg dust up, the following re-post seems timely. With thanks and appreciation to my daddy/farmer. In the picture are some of my daddy’s brothers. The near one on the right looks like daddy, but my daddy had … 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
WHAT WILL THE WHISTLE SAY TODAY?
Feeling chilly Fran put the teapot on and went back to her warm bed. Six years ago Jim bought the whistling teapot. They lay in bed many mornings fitting words to the rhythm of its whistle. Silly things, kiddie things. … Continue reading
Sweet aroma 