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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…..
It’s the day after Christmas. The presents are unwrapped. Leftovers from dinner reside in the refrigerator. Long lines that now form at the stores are for returns instead of gift-buying. Some folks return to work after the holiday, while others enjoy a few more days off. All the efforts we made to make sure those we love had a wonderful celebration were either worth it or not. Christmas is over for another year. Now we look toward something else being…..
Travel back in time with me – thirty-six years, to be exact. I was expecting our third child at any time; the baby’s due date was September 12th. I felt like I had swallowed a watermelon. Although I was prepared for the birth of my little one, I didn’t want to miss the Sunday celebration being held at my church on the 12th. I was thankful to attend, but I groaned at the fact that child number three was following…..