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Even though my last column was published the day after Christmas, I wrote it before the holiday. Now that our celebration is over, I can relate details of how I spent my time with family. There was a splendid sunrise on Christmas morning. If it had not been for my busy schedule, I would have been outside snapping pictures. (I did take a couple of photos of the gorgeous sunset on Christmas Eve.) I drove to my son Jonathan’s house…..
People frequently comment about how much they enjoy reading about my grandchildren. If you are one of those folk, this one’s for you! On Thursday evening, my telephone rang. Caller ID informed me that my son Adam was on the other end of the line. However, when I answered the call, I heard nothing. Then, in the background, I heard Adam telling someone, “Say ‘Hi, Grammie!’” A little voice promptly obeyed. When I replied, two-year-old Colton began a long spate…..
“Into each life some rain must fall” is a line from a poem written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The same lyric is also declared in a song featuring Ella Fitzgerald and the Inkspots. Both of these depict a hard season of existence. However, there is another way to think about rainy days. Ask any farmer or gardener and you will hear that rain can be a blessing. Thirsty plants gain much-needed moisture to help them along their path to maturity. …..
May is hard for me to deal with. I love the beauty of late spring as it bursts forth in flowers; however, my allergies do not. I always feel draggy and tired and wonder if something is wrong with me; thinking about it reveals the problem: it’s May. The month is even more difficult for me since my husband’s death as it holds the anniversary of both our first date and our wedding. So here I am in the middle…..
Spring may have arrived last week, but someone forgot to tell the weather. The snow we had this past Saturday was beautiful as it fell; still, I couldn’t help but feel that it would have been more appropriate earlier in the year. I measured six inches in front of my house; that did not include much of what came down during the morning, as much of it melted on the warm ground. When I headed for church early Sunday morning,…..
I am not really a morning person, nor am I a night owl. Depending on my schedule, I can be one or the other, but I don’t do well if I have to “burn the candle at both ends.” The older I get, the more I would rather get up early than stay up late. I manage to do more in the morning than I do at night. Just because I get up and start my morning routine doesn’t mean…..
I sorted through a lot of Christmas decorations trying to decide which ones I wanted to use this year. Many of them brought back fond memories of my husband and children, especially the Christmas stockings that I had made for each of us. One stocking, however, took me even further back. When I was preschool age, my Aunt Barbara sewed preprinted flannel stockings for my sisters and me. We used them for a year or two, but then our parents…..
Spring’s emphasis on new life brings eggs to mind. Birds are finding mates, building nests, and depositing the hard-shell coated beginnings of their offspring. I have fond memories of coloring and hiding eggs for Easter, yet the recollection ceases to be pleasant when I recall some hidden ones that were found weeks later. My dad had his own spoiled hen fruit story to tell, and his offspring eagerly egged him on to repeat it. The story included Dad, Carl (my…..