Juggling…

I have a faint memory from childhood of having juggling balls.  I remember looking at the direction book and practicing with them.  I think I was able to get up to three balls.  I was excited at what I could do, but when I tried the fourth ball, I became discouraged and quit. Isn’t thatContinue reading “Juggling…”

Markers…

This week is Thanksgiving.  A time when we remember.  A time to point out things in our lives that we are grateful for.  A time to give thanks. Many of the things we give thanks for are situations with family, friends, people.  Activities we may have had or shared experiences that have touched us somehow. Continue reading “Markers…”

Could it be possibly be?

I really dislike warm weather.  I was excited to go to San Diego at first because I was leaving the 90 degree temps that are so common here in South Carolina in September. I was excited until I realized that San Diego was hot also. I felt like I couldn’t escape from the heat.  UponContinue reading “Could it be possibly be?”

July 3rd…

We are still in our hometown.  Writing has somehow been harder to do here.  The ideas do not flow as easily as they do when I am in my home and surroundings. Today is the third of July.  It has been  40 years since I was in town for a fourth of July.  I thoughtContinue reading “July 3rd…”

A Memory of My Dad…

I have several memories of my Dad, as we all do.  Some good, some not so great.  There is one memory that stands out to me this day. I remember one Saturday night going to see the movie 101 Dalmatians which, having just looked it up, was released in 1961.  It must have been aroundContinue reading “A Memory of My Dad…”

As It Was In The Days of Noah…

Yes, I know it is Easter time and Facebook and blogs are filled with words remembering the significance of this week.  Yes, I heartily agree with all of this, but, no, this is not a spiritual post.  Just a reference. Noah built the ark, and the rains started.   Last night I was thinking of pullingContinue reading “As It Was In The Days of Noah…”

Winter Walking…

My mom died in 1966 in the fall.  That winter, walking to school was a chore.  My older sister at the time was a sophomore in high school, my younger sister was in fourth grade and I was in the sixth. The three of us would walk together until my younger sister and I headedContinue reading “Winter Walking…”