Tag Archives: childhood

Old School

It was not a remarkable building.  It was like other school buildings that were built in the 30’s and 40’s; lots of red bricks and tall windows, dimly lit wide hallways, institutional colors of paint on the walls, tile floors. … Continue reading

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Coming Home

The colorless cold courtyard contrasted with the warmth inside the tiny apartment.  Every detail had been checked off the list.   The warm hue of the plates, the aroma of casseroles and baking bread, glowing golden candles flickering in the entryway, … Continue reading

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Mary Lou

When I was 9 years old a remarkable woman came into my life.   She  was the mother of someone I would eventually become best friends with for more than 50 years.   I had been invited to my friend’s … Continue reading

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Growing Up Country

A recent statistic floating around reads like this:  the average person is three generations removed from agriculture.  That may not surprise you, but I still live on a farm and can trace agriculture back for generations on my side of … Continue reading

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Weekend at Grandma’s

Christmas glitter,  In my hair, On the chair,  Everywhere. Cookie crumbs and icing blobs on the floor  sweep some more. Socks and mittens gone astray Boots and gym shoes in the way. Towels and wash cloths in the bath Band … Continue reading

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Oh yes…. I’m the Great Pretender….

Oh yes I’m the great pretender. I have always loved to pretend, and yes, even at the rotten (not really feeling ripe anymore) old age of almost 63 I still pretend. I hope think that’s normal.  In today’s high-tech world … Continue reading

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Picking up Rocks

There have been many articles recently about “helicopter parents”.  Meaning parents that hover a bit too closely to protect their children and in doing so cause them to be fearful and develop into adults that are afraid to take a … Continue reading

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