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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…..
Another holiday is coming up, and sometimes I find it hard to face the idea that there will be someone missing at my Thanksgiving table. I remember the first meal my family had together after my husband graduated to Heaven. Things got quiet when we bowed our heads for the blessing of our food, but this time the silence wasn’t broken by the voice that usually offered our prayer. I am not sure who stepped into the void; the main…..
Spring is the season of new life. Now that the weather is finally warming up, the world around me is awakening from its long winter’s sleep. I love listening to the birds singing in the pre-dawn darkness. Later in the day, I watch them as they gather bits of dried grass to use for their nest-building projects. They seem to find joy in living, and their cheerful melodies fill my heart with the worship of the One who created them…..
Use your noodles! I will be forever grateful that my parents, especially my dad, taught me how to think for myself. If I asked for help solving a problem, Dad didn’t necessarily spout out the solution. He often guided me along the path of figuring out the answer on my own. To him, my head was for something more than to fill the space between my shoulders. Dad trained me in the art of “using my noodle.” Bob (my late…..
On the eve of Thanksgiving Day, many refrigerators are bulging with items-in-waiting. Pies are either baking in the oven or set out for cooling. A turkey might be thawing in the fridge, or if someone is like me and forgot to take it out of the freezer soon enough, it might be in a basin of cold water (which is changed frequently) to hurry the procedure. Kitchens are busy places on the day before this holiday. Now let’s fast-forward a…..
When searching for inspiration to help me write “Cooks’ Corner,” I often check out a list of National (Fill-in-the-Blank) Months. August is National Peach Month, so this week’s column is dedicated to that luscious fruit. There is nothing like biting into a ripe, fuzzy-skinned peach and having juice run down my chin. Sitting here thinking about it is making my mouth water. Past summers were filled with a whole lot more canning and freezing that what I do now, as…..
It happened again. My grief game of Chutes and Ladders found me in a decent position. Lately, I had managed to avoid several chutes, even climbing a few ladders. Oh, I landed on some small slides now and again, but I soon worked my way past them. Then, unexpectedly, I arrived at the big one; the chute that drops almost all the way down to the bottom. May has been difficult for me the past few years as it holds…..
As I prepared to write this column, there was a song lyric floating around in my head. It is a line from a Christmas song, “Deck the Halls,” and it goes like this: “Fast away the old year passes…” I have to ask the question, “Where did 2107 go?” I can ask all I want, but 2017 will soon be history. For me, some of the memorable events were a thyroid surgery, reconnecting with friends from the past, struggling through…..
Anticipating the Thanksgiving holiday, I purchased a frozen turkey last week. Stowing it in my freezer was made possible only by some rearranging. As I set things out of their cold storage spot, I kept reminding myself to make sure to put them back when the turkey found its temporary residence. My freezer is in the basement laundry room, which is where I enter the house from the garage. Turkey taken care of, I carried other groceries upstairs to put…..
As a child, one of my favorite holidays was Resurrection Sunday, also known as Easter. My siblings and I received baskets of goodies which often included ruffly socks or tights to wear with our dresses. Sometimes Mom made our Easter dresses, and sometimes they were purchased. Weather permitting, my dad (a.k.a. the Easter Bunny) would hide our colorfully dyed eggs before we got ready for church. Even though my siblings and I enjoyed the eggs and baskets full of…..