Tag Archives: memories
Growing Up
I have been reflecting on my lack of a summer vacation this year. I’m not complaining. We had a fabulous trip to Jamaica in March – which will satisfy us for a year at least. Maybe two years if we want to pay for that trip before we travel again. We have a beautiful yard …
They’re Practically Twins!
Considering how much I adored my father, it was astonishing to me that I fell in love with and married a man who was so different from my dad. Take Sports, for example. My father was a true sports fan. Football, basketball, baseball, golf. Though I am a horrible athlete, I know a lot about …
My Favorite Days – Part One
Next week I’ll be celebrating the anniversary of one of the best days of my life. Just thinking about that day led me to consider what other days I would choose as my favorite days. So leading up to The Big Event, for the next couple of days I’m posting some of the runners-up. I …
Halloween Guilt: How I Scared The Crap Out Of An Eight-Year-Old
It was unintentional. But I should have known better. It was the Fall of 1974. I was a senior in college and doing my student teaching in Puerto Rico. (Yeah, yeah. You’re doing the math and figuring out that I was 23. So I took a few extra years in college. So what? I liked …
Of Tom Mix and Clam Chowder
Today would have been my father’s 90th birthday. In honor of the occasion, I’d like to honor some of his favorite things. Tom Mix: My father’s earliest memories included going to the theater to see Tom Mix in a silent movie. To Dad, Tom Mix was a real cowboy. (He certainly had a real hat, …
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 up. And unwrapping stuff. And tree-trimming and angel decorations. And parties and singing. And staying up late and getting …
The Ultimate Youthful Accessory
When I was a little girl, my parents had good friends who had a very pretty daughter. Carolyn was about nine years older than me, and so very mysterious. My sisters were a little older than me, but there was no mystery there – they were just slightly more obnoxious versions of me. And they …
Letters From Home
Lest you think my family was being mean to my mother in poking fun at her lost Frank Sinatra record, let me tell you a little story about my mother’s sense of humor … I was in college in the early 70’s. No one had very much money, but you didn’t need much either. My …
It’s Not Lost
Last night my husband was describing to me the best photograph he had ever taken – a monarch butterfly perched on a dewdrop on a flower. He said that he loved that photo, because it was the most beautiful thing he had ever created. He lost track of that picture years ago, and he wondered …
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