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One thing I learned early in life is that it is a blessing to have good neighbors. My childhood was spent in a suburb of Knoxville, Tennessee. Known as “Fountain City,” it was annexed by the larger municipality during my early elementary school years. My family resided in a fairly stable neighborhood. For the most part, there was not a lot of turnover. Our house was located on the corner of Balsam Drive and Pine View. Across the street from…..
Someone forgot to tell the weatherman that November is an autumn month. The forecast for the next several days sounds more like winter. By the time this column comes out in the newspaper, we will know if we have descended to the predicted lows, which could be record-breaking. All I have to say is “Brrrrrrr!” Since last week’s weather forecast kept mentioning the cold front headed our direction, I decided that this would be an excellent time to get out…..
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,…..
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…..