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Just a warning – before reading this column, be aware that it has some fowl language. The word “chicken” is often associated with cowardice. It has caused many a person to act in ways they would not ordinarily behave. After all, who wants to be called a chicken? The dread of being associated with poultry seems to make people lose their common sense. Take my sister, Cindy, for instance. Besides being known as a tomboy, she was never one to…..
I keep asking myself, “Where has the time gone?” Labor Day, the unofficial end to summer, is one week from today, and I already see signs of autumn. Leaves are falling here and there, and my garden is slowing down; even the zucchini plants are barely producing anything. Another word for labor is “work.” I picked a whole lot of green beans last week; not only did I spend a great deal of time in the garden, I also washed,…..
Some people consider the number thirteen to be unlucky, and they go to great lengths to avoid it. For instance, according to history.com, many United States hotels and high-rise buildings do not have a thirteenth floor. Airports avoid numbering gates “13;” hotels do the same with rooms. Parents often shudder when a child reaches the age of thirteen, knowing that their son or daughter has reached the oft-dreaded teenage years. The question might be asked, “What’s with all the talk…..
When I spend time reminiscing about former times, I recall long-time friends, former pets, and favorite places. For some reason, this morning I started thinking about old cars. If they could talk, each of them would have lots of stories to tell. The first vehicle I remember was a light green Chevrolet my parents dubbed “Old Huldy.” It may have been a 1949 model, I am not totally sure, but it came from somewhere around that year. The back of…..
Several years ago, I went to a Wednesday evening Bible study at the church I was attending at the time. My hubby (Bob) wasn’t with me – he was either working or attending a class somewhere. The subject we were talking about that night was “grace.” After an opening prayer, the minister began the discussion by asking us to write down the first thing we thought of when we heard the word “grace.” He called on several people to read…..
When I read a recent newspaper information story, it triggered a whole flood of memories. It seems that beginning in June, our publication will be delivered by mail instead of carrier. Times have sure changed. A whole lot of years ago when a friend and I shared a newspaper route, we were not allowed to place the papers in a mailbox. Delivering daily newspapers was a way to earn money for my friend Connie and me. We actually “inherited” our…..
This coming Sunday is Mother’s Day – that time of year when we celebrate special women in our lives. Not all of them are a biological parent. I could name several ladies that served as mother-figures to me during various seasons of my existence. I owe each one a huge amount of gratitude. I have been thinking a lot about my mom lately. My lawn has been purple with violets; while many consider them weeds, to me they are a…..
Bob, my late hubby, used to tell me that I was a creature of habit. He was oh, so correct. I have my routines, and I feel out of sorts when they are interrupted. I have even passed up things I really wanted to do because I was too comfortable in my regular schedule. However, sometimes I manage to interrupt my usual sequence of events and sandwich in something out of the ordinary. I recently realized it had been way…..
There are times when I reminiscence about childhood memories with one or more of my siblings. Most of the events we discuss would not have been possible without the people involved in those recollections. Some folk pass in and out of our lives without much fanfare, but there are others that hold a special place in our hearts. One of the super special people we have recalled lately is Hazel, a lady that played different roles in our lives. She…..
I think all the hubbub of the Christmas season finally got to me. I found myself pushed to the limits of my strength many times; however, I kept on going. The last few days before the holiday were quite stressful and I did something I was determined not to do – I sat up late Christmas Eve finishing the last sewing project for a grandchild. For me, it was truly a “sea-son.” I stitched four shark blankets – one for…..