Category Archives: Memories
I Have A Few Questions
On this day of the long-scheduled release of thousand of documents related to JFK’s assassination, I am reposting my blog from last year. UNANSWERED I have mentioned before my mild obsession (Can an obsession be mild? Is that an oxymoron?) with unsolved mysteries. (Eureka, Sort Of) I’ve always wanted to solve some great mystery …
How My Father Retired
In the middle of October, my thoughts naturally return to my father. His birthday is in a few days. He would be 95. He died at 88, and so he had a good, long, and happy life. I don’t think he had too many regrets. He worked hard. He was honest. He was unceasingly cheerful. …
Autumn Shopping Spree
Autumn is here. I love Summer. I hate to see it go. But there is something so appealing about Autumn. The colors, the clear sky, the rustle of the leaves. The kids headed back to school. The shopping. Oh, yes, definitely the shopping. The fall clothes are so beautiful. I window-shop online – you can …
The First Day Of School!
In honor of the new school year, here’s a post from five years ago: THE BEST DAY When I was a kid, do you know what my favorite day of the year was? Yeah, okay, Christmas. (Good guess.) After all, I was a little girl who loved dolls and clothes and anything wrapped …
Vacation Time
There was a large old bottle on the floor of my parents’ closet. What it originally held -wine or whiskey, I don’t remember. The neck of the bottle was just big enough for a dime. Pennies and nickels didn’t fit. Just the dimes. And when my Dad emptied his pockets at the end of the …
I’m Greatly Experienced
I was saying “Happy Anniversary” to my brother yesterday, and I remembered a happy little experience from his wedding. I danced with a man I did not know. But not just any man. A big tough-looking biker type – (although he could have been an actuary for all I know) – who wore a leather …
The Peanuts Perspective
When I was a teenager, full of morose and moronic but perfectly normal teenage angst, there was one thing I completely loved Peanuts. Not the in-the-ground Jimmy Carter kind. (Although I did love them and still do.) The comic strip. I had books and books of Peanuts strips, and often clipped the big Sunday color …
Notice The Moments
I am one of those fortunate people who is not moving through life feeling unloved. But I have had times when I felt unnoticed. I think it can be very difficult to be invisible, and yet so many of us are. Older people, average people, single people – we who don’t make waves. And yet …
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