In 1985, I went to the movie house with my friends and watched The Goonies. Actually, I’m just assuming I did because I’m from a small town and on Friday nights my friends and I were usually either at the Family Recreation Center or we were at the movies. I don’t actually remember my first time watching The Goonies. It has become one of those I have watched so much that I can’t really remember a time before I knew Mikey and the gang. I will say that from the first watch I felt like an honorary Goonie. Thankfully, it wasn’t until many years later that I discovered otherwise.
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Call me Rose
Do you remember when The Golden Girls was on television? I do. If I remember correctly, the show aired on Saturday nights. Don’t quote me on that though because my social active life made it difficult for me to watch tv on Saturday nights. By active social life I am referring to watching the Love Boat and probably Golden Girls with my folks. Anyway, I remember it was one of the shows my mom got a kick out of and enjoyed. And so, because I have a chameleon personality and will absorb other people’s interests, I of course enjoyed it. In hindsight, I probably didn’t understand or relate to a group of geriatric women but because mom laughed I laughed. Continue reading
Day after Thanksgiving tradition
Many years ago, when my older nieces were young I decided to create an after holiday treat with them. Perhaps, it was my way of extending the family togetherness of Thanksgiving. Or maybe I just wanted an excuse to see a movie that was geared for children. Whatever the reason, a tradition we unoriginally call the Day After Thanksgiving Movie was born. Continue reading
Lessons learned from mom
Let me tell you a little bit about my mom. She had a strong personality and felt a deep sense of wrong and right. Her joy was her family and was strongly protective of her little clan. If you fell under mom’s umbrella she was your fan. I’m not claiming she was perfect but she did her best to give her best for her family. Here are a just a few of the things I was fortunate to be taught by mom. Continue reading
Lessons learned from Dad
I had the good fortune to be born to good parents. Now, I’m not claiming they were perfect or didn’t make any mistakes. That would be a rose-colored glasses statement and I’m not going there. What I will say is they were good parents in the fact that they loved their kids and tried their best to make a good home. I appreciate both of them and honor them for what they were able to provide and do for their little family. Along the way, they imparted the lessons they learned in life that they thought would help me become a decent human being. Here are a few of my dad’s nuggets of wisdom. Continue reading
By the time she was my age…
Recently, I visited my aunt and looked through some photos. She has pictures I have never seen before of my grandparents and my dad when he was a boy. As I looked at a certain picture of my grandma I realized she was about the same age as I am now. When I was younger, I looked a lot like her but looking at a picture of her the same age as I am now I can see that resemblance has faded. My dad assures me though that I have many of her mannerisms and still carry myself in a similar fashion. That is comforting because I have always enjoyed having that connection with her even though I don’t remember her very well. She died when I was 12 but for the last three years of her life she was in a nursing home and her body became merely a shell of the vibrant woman she once was. But when I saw that picture of her of when she was close to my age I compared our lives and the different roads we have both taken to get to this age. Continue reading
The Lesson of the Poinsettia
Christmas 2018 I received a poinsettia as a gift. It was part of my Christmas Secret Elf gift giving I was the recipient of. You can read about that experience here. One of the first gifts I received was a beautiful poinsettia in full bloom. It was delivered while I was at work so my co-workers suggested I keep it there to help give our office space some beauty. Easily persuaded I obliged. It was fine until Friday. I gave the plant a large dose of water to see it through the weekend and left. When I returned Monday morning it looked like someone had swapped out my beautiful, full-bloomed plant for a Charlie Brown Christmas tree variety. It looked like a massacre had taken place with red dry leaves lying on my desk and the stems bare. Continue reading
Little Me in Italy: Part Four
Lugano-flight home-flight home for reals
For our last full day in Italy we went to Switzerland. Specifically, Lugano, an Italian community just across the border. Continue reading
Little Me in Italy: Part Three
Milan-Como-Bellagio
We left Venice on Saturday and stopped in Milan on our way to Como. Milan is a busy city with 2.2 million people. Since spring had winked at us that weekend I believe all 2.2 million were out in the city square. Okay, maybe only 2.1 million. Continue reading
Little Me in Italy: Part Two
Verona-Venice
On our first full day we climbed aboard a bus and took a little road trip. We went to Verona. The only thing I could remember about Verona was Shakespeare’s “Two Gentlemen from Verona.” After our arrival I realized “Letters to Juliette” would have been a good resource to prepare. I tried to remember the movie. Continue reading
