I have tried to figure out why I love Christmas time. It has become overly commercial. I am dumbfounded by Black Friday. I can’t believe people will become uncivilized, stand in huge lines or camp out in front of a store, to purchase a toy or television, because they are told it’s a good deal.… Continue reading A Bit of Christmas Magic
Susan’s grandma lived in a sunny valley in a little pink mobile home. Susan loved visiting Grandma because she was very sweet, and her garden was full of beautiful flowers and many kinds of goodies to nibble while walking through the plants. Grandma always had tasty fruit to eat, and she made delicious pies. Grandma… Continue reading The Red Geraniums
Carson City, Nevada was a smaller town when we lived there. We only had a few stores. If we wanted to buy certain clothes or specialty items, we made a trip to Reno. We had a couple of small malls. One had J C Penney, the other had Skaggs Drugs and K-Mart. My three year… Continue reading The Pink Girl
A question has come up about how long it takes me to be ready to leave my house after morning chores, which include gardening and tending chickens. I often have wet, muddy or cold feet after spending time outside. When I come inside, I always wash my feet and put on fresh socks and shoes.… Continue reading Wash Your Feet~ memories and well used advice.
Christmas has always been magical to me, even if the circumstances of life in general weren’t so nice. The year I was fifteen stands out in my mind. My mom and her sister, Aunt Ruthie, divorced women, found a little house they could afford, if they bought it together. My sister, Christy, and I,… Continue reading Joy to Remember
Most little girls seem to have a celebrity they admire and want to imitate. When I was about eight to ten years old, I wanted to be like Natalie Wood. I saw her in Gypsy and West Side Story, and she was my ideal. I suppose because her hair was brown too. I liked to… Continue reading Natalie and Me
My youngest memories are of a Daddy who was fun and funny. When my sister and I were little, he went to work before we were awake in the morning. Christy and I always got up before Mommy, who worked at night. On the kitchen table Daddy set up a little breakfast for us. He… Continue reading A Story About A Pop~ for Father’s Day