I have tried to figure out why I love Christmas time. It has become overly commercial. I am dumbfounded by Black Friday. I can’t believe people will become uncivilized, stand in huge lines or camp out in front of a store, to purchase a toy or television, because they are told it’s a good deal.… Continue reading A Bit of Christmas Magic
Susan’s grandma lived in a sunny valley in a little pink mobile home. Susan loved visiting Grandma because she was very sweet, and her garden was full of beautiful flowers and many kinds of goodies to nibble while walking through the plants. Grandma always had tasty fruit to eat, and she made delicious pies. Grandma… Continue reading The Red Geraniums
Carson City, Nevada was a smaller town when we lived there. We only had a few stores. If we wanted to buy certain clothes or specialty items, we made a trip to Reno. We had a couple of small malls. One had J C Penney, the other had Skaggs Drugs and K-Mart. My three year… Continue reading The Pink Girl
A question has come up about how long it takes me to be ready to leave my house after morning chores, which include gardening and tending chickens. I often have wet, muddy or cold feet after spending time outside. When I come inside, I always wash my feet and put on fresh socks and shoes.… Continue reading Wash Your Feet~ memories and well used advice.
Christmas has always been magical to me, even if the circumstances of life in general weren’t so nice. The year I was fifteen stands out in my mind. My mom and her sister, Aunt Ruthie, divorced women, found a little house they could afford, if they bought it together. My sister, Christy, and I,… Continue reading Joy to Remember
Most little girls seem to have a celebrity they admire and want to imitate. When I was about eight to ten years old, I wanted to be like Natalie Wood. I saw her in Gypsy and West Side Story, and she was my ideal. I suppose because her hair was brown too. I liked to… Continue reading Natalie and Me
My youngest memories are of a Daddy who was fun and funny. When my sister and I were little, he went to work before we were awake in the morning. Christy and I always got up before Mommy, who worked at night. On the kitchen table Daddy set up a little breakfast for us. He… Continue reading A Story About A Pop~ for Father’s Day
The summer kids are back. I saw them walking down the sidewalk with wet hair, towels tightly wrapped around their shoulders, flip flops flapping on the pavement, laughing at their small talk and stories. My cousins and I used to walk to Idlewilde Park, which had a public pool, on long summer days. That… Continue reading Summer Kids
Nothing to bring back the lost innocence, or take away the pain from torments and humiliations demanded of the child so young. She smacked happiness away with both hands and all of her might, never realized what she did. She made promises and ran after dreams. Didn’t believe in her own beauty, though, the fellows… Continue reading She Couldn’t Find It
Winter night air, icy cold up my nose, smells of snow and clean water and brings back memories of night football games, wrapped in coats and blankets on cold metal bleachers. Winter dates, walking through snow on our way to the coffee shop for a hot drink after the movies. A midnight toboggan ride in… Continue reading Wild Winter Nights When We Were Sixteen (we lived at Lake Tahoe)
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