Old-fashioned title?

I grew up using the title aunt for my parents’ and grandparents’ siblings.  In fact, I remember one time my uncle called and I thought I was too old to use the title so I ditched the title and only used his name when I told my mom who was on the line.  Of course, he heard me so when mom answered the phone he asked her why we were on a first name basis.  She then asked me about it and it took years for me to attempt to drop the title again. Continue reading

Words of Wisdom from an Old Aunt

Sometimes when you’re at the beginning
Of a long trip, it can look frightening.
I’ve been where you are now –
And I’ve made it this far somehow.
I know little of what will happen,
Before you reach the journey’s end.
Though I cannot ease the fear,
Or promise good times to be always near,
I can share what I’ve learned,
When I had my turn.
Always have a smile and a kind word.
Learn to love life and live it for all it’s worth.
Stay true to what you know in your heart,
Don’t let the world tear your dreams apart.
Remember, be thankful each and every day,
Your family is there to help you along the way.
Above all else, the Lord will help you through,
And always know I am there for you.

I realize this isn’t much to give.
But I know now, life is to live.
With only paper and pen,
I am trying to share – friend to friend,
All the lessons I have found,
Because it seems they go around.
I’ve given you my most humble counsel,
And I hope life treats you well.
Know somebody always cares,
And you are in our daily prayers.


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Nic’s Chicks

My niece Nic has chicks.  In fact, there are four and they are no longer chicks.  They are egg-laying (or soon to be) chickens.  Her and her husband and their two children live in a suburb of a small metropolis.  I’m not going to give you any more detail than that because their town isn’t zoned for chickens.  So, if they get busted they will have to turn their chickens in or worse, turn their chickens into supper.  That would be a sad day and will not happen on my account.

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7,670 Days

What can you do in 7,670 days?  To answer that, you might have to think of what you were doing 7,670 days ago.  Let me tell you what I was doing.  It was the summer between my Junior and Senior year of high school.  I was finishing my sweet 16 year and quickly approaching my 17th birthday at the end of summer.  On June 16, 1990, I finished working my shift at K-Mart and came home to get some supper.  It was probably close to 9:30pm and my sisters were downstairs watching the Little Mermaid.  My mom was house-sitting for a friend and my dad had taken her there for the night.  All was calm.

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