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Category: My Sunday Post
encouragement to grow on
One advantage of having your parents live with you is tapping into their memories. And your mother's photo album. These are my grandparents, Dan and Gladys, holding my mom. So this must have been 1927-ish. It's fun to see my grandmother standing on the California beach where I grew up, sporting a bathing suit. Might have been a …
hope and time
Time is moving on. I'm still mourning the end of Downton Abbey. I wasn't finished with it yet. There will be no familiar theme music at 9pm tonight. I'll just have to deal with it. And Daylight Savings Time started today. Spring Forward. I lost one precious hour and do not like it. I know I'll …
What you left me…
She was born 138 years ago. Married at 19. Died at 95. In between the beginning and ending she raised five children, kept home with none of the conveniences we take for granted, was an accomplished pianist and did fine needlework. She survived the 1906 San Francisco earthquake while pregnant with her oldest daughter. She worked hard, …
Two Choices
I've been playing with the camera on my phone this week. One daughter-in-law posts clever collages on Facebook and another posts nifty black and whites. I've admired their pictures and wondered how they do it. All I can say is it's amazing what you find out when you slow down, take a little time and …
it’s time to come in….
Across the valley yard lights blinked on. They drew me onto the back deck to snap a picture, not an uncommon practice for me. The view never disappoints. It was chilly outside, warm and cozy inside. I'd taken the cornbread out of the oven and soup was simmering on the stove. Stepping outside, I had this irrepressible urge …
i hear you…
Perhaps the most satisfying way of connection... ... being heard by another. Weekly WordPress Photo Challenge : Connected
Why did God make Bats?
Every morning, without fail, I sweep the silk tree droppings from the deck and water the potted plants. I wipe off the table tops and chairs. Then I open the umbrellas. One morning as I unfurled this umbrella there was a surprise waiting. A bat. A big bat with a huge wingspan and giant Dracula …
A Collection of Days
Today was a good day. Every day is a good day. I choose it to be. The alternative is unacceptable. Every day is a good day even when there's too much work, my knee is stiff, and I must cook dinner for the 80 millionth time (slight exaggeration). Even the day that arrives with unseen pressure lightens when I remember …
Forty-six and beyond
My five year-old granddaughter redecorated the doll house. Then she placed the family on the roof for a picnic. While the seating arrangements don't look particularly comfortable, it is original. I love the whimsy of it. I love the out of the box thinking. Forty-six years ago today, I married the original out of the box …
Heart's Home 