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for the old ranch to be sold.
But the memories live on
in stories to be told and retold. Continue reading
Farewell Willow Creek
Sweet Memories
Nieces
The Case of the Birthday Brownies
Some time ago, an old friend in mom’s ward made brownies for me one year for my birthday. Little did she know, that one act of kindness would start a tradition. Not only for me, but for every member of my family still living under mom’s roof because her kind heart couldn’t possibly leave anyone out. Since it had been some time since I had grandma notice me (almost before my recollection) I called her Grandma Ann. I guess, you make a big deal and hand out a moniker like that, it could guilt a person into turning a single act of kindness into a tradition. Which is what it did. Continue reading
Mr Man in the Moon
For some reason, this song popped into my head the other day. I haven’t heard it in years. But when I think of it I think of my dad.
…so are the Days of Our Lives…
I couldn’t believe my eyes. The other day I flipped through channels and there, there in front of me was John and Marlena! Are they still around? I thought. Surely, this is some kind of rerun. Even though they are looking pretty…old.
I googled them and found out they are still around. Two words describe my reaction that day: holy smokes!
Movies that messed me up pretty good
I’m not a horror movie watcher. Never have been, never will be. Here’s my tolerance meter for such things: The Sixth Sense is about as scary as I’ll go. Which means I don’t go very far.
That time I was attacked by a bee and lived to tell about it
Night was beginning to draw close. I had just spent the day unplugged and spent the day doing the things we did back in the 80’s and 90’s. Namely reading things on actual paper. I read a lot all day long and closed my book. Since I was outside, I thought it would be a good time to just sit and enjoy the sounds of the neighborhood a little bit. I sat in a lawn chair behind our tree that used to be a bush. It kept me somewhat hidden from the neighbors and gave the illusion of isolation. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of a summer evening. The lawn mower in the distance. People walking their dogs. The breeze in the trees. And then…the buzz of a bee.
My on-line fast
The other day I took a walk. I always grab my phone because these days my phone is my camera also. From time to time, I like taking a snapshot of something I find on my walk. So I had my phone in my pocket and went for a walk around the block. The block. Not a very long walk. While I strolled along my phone beeped so of course I looked at it. It was an email from some spammer probably wanting me to buy such-and-such thing. Immediately I realized what I had done or more to the point what I had not done. I did not wait until I was home to check my message, no, no. I checked it right then and there on the spot. That’s when I realized enough is enough. I needed to unplug for awhile.
A 9 2 5 Story
DAH-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-duh-duh-duh
Mrs. Smith
My mom believed her children needed piano lessons. I’m not sure why other than maybe to make us more refined or to give us a little culture. At any rate, my sister took them and mom signed me up for them from the same teacher. I had an ace in the hole though. My brother taught me the scales before my very first lesson. That ace turned out to work against me.
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