Reminiscing over Christmas traditions
From square dancing to singing, Christmas was a time for tradition.
Happy memories never fade away
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.
What’s in a name? Everything!
There is no venue more inviting for a gaggle of girls than a big old farm with a constantly changing cast of characters.
Life happens, no matter our plans
With the re-setting of the clocks to standard time comes a darkness that plays right in to the hand of the changing calendar.
Growing up in a world unlike today
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.
Farm boys always know where their dad is
When you're looking for dad, ask your farm boy.
Playing ping-pong between grandpas
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.
Looking forward to hunting season
Hunting season was a special time of year.
Something more than diamonds and gold
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.
Some teachers are hard to forget
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.
