One of my happiest holiday memories is now fading for me, but it is still there in an old movie-reel, lovely sort of way.
There is no venue more inviting for a gaggle of girls than a big old farm with a constantly changing cast of characters.
With the re-setting of the clocks to standard time comes a darkness that plays right in to the hand of the changing calendar.
While many in the 1950s and ‘60s were drawn to take a turn as a wild west cowboy, many of my memories involve ‘playing house,’ my older sisters telling me what to do and say.
When you’re looking for dad, ask your farm boy.
It is well past time to put away the simple clothing of summer and early fall and reach for the gloves and hats and down-filled coats.
Hunting season was a special time of year.
In looking back over a lifetime of influences, most of my friends and school mates will tell you that those who command respect are the teachers from whom we learned the most.
If we were to ask 100 people to name a person who had a large influence in their life, I would be willing to guess that a teacher would be among one of the oft-repeated answers.
The Cherokee have a saying that harkens the lovely spirit of each ancestor during the birth of a baby, hoping to carry forward the commendable in those gone before us, while letting go of the human shortcomings each carried through this life.