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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I came upon this writing while going through a family scrapbook. I think it is worth a share to others. I have told some members of the writer’s family that I would post it for those who would like to … Continue reading
To save my reputation as an honest woman, let me say right off only the first story is true, the one about the pies and pigs. Then I just got carried away with myself and kept writing with little regard … Continue reading
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
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
(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
“Hey, Mom, guess what I found in the attic in our old house on 18th Street,” Roger called as he excitedly showed me my wedding dress. We had moved into that house in 1965 so it had been there thirty-five … Continue reading
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
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
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