They slid quietly onto the benches looking much like we did when we first arrived. Red-faced with sweat dampened hair, three teenage girls took an open bench for themselves. Mom and two small boys, maybe 5 and 8, took a seat behind them on a bench already occupied. Somehow the three of them squished into …
... taking an extra-large "mother's cut" of Easter candy before filling your baskets ... needing a "sweat rag" to hold while teaching you to drive ... making up excuses not to take you places because I didn't feel like it ... making up excuses because I was afraid ... serving you fish sticks, French fries and corn... all in one meal …
Last week I wrote of the recent road trip to visit family. One evening I joined my parents, sister and niece for dinner at a favorite Mexican restaurant in downtown Auburn. It’s right close by the old gold miner. And it was the last place I ever took my grandparents before Papa died. The place had …
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Plastic bags are outlawed in the town where I shop. You either bring your own bag, or buy a paper one for 5 cents. Five cents is no big deal. It's just irritating. So I've been accumulating an assortment of my own... some for free, some cost a buck or two. And I'm doing pretty good …
Awhile back I began to write a "kind of" Alaskan version of Little House on the Prairie. You know, we could call it Little House on the Permafrost or Little House on the Tundra... I don't know. Neither one grabs me. And it doesn't really matter because the story isn't finished. Anyway, my goal is to share family history with my sons. There's …
I've been thinking a lot on the legacy I will leave behind. Not sure why this has captured my thought process so much lately. Of course, living with an aged person... and on the fast track to becoming one myself, I guess it's kind of "normal". I mean, what will my kids and grandkids remember most about me? Will they …
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How did this little boy... ... become this hard-working man ... and this daddy of three? At birth I held each son and wondered... ..... what will you look like? ..... what kind of man will you be? ..... what will you do in this world? And I just trusted God. Four brothers = lots of trusting. …
OK, I can't resist any longer. I am linking with The Gypsy Mama where the challenge is to write for five minutes - no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. I'm a notorious overthinker. We shall see how this goes. Today's word is Empty......... We emptied this room last weekend... except for those 100-year old windows, …
I know how boys play.... it's almost always messy and rarely quiet. Living room cushions and blankets become forts. Their appreciated but sweaty hugs smell of wet grass and mud.... as do their bedrooms....on a good day. We won't talk about the other days. One son could sit in the middle of a room ...no toy or book …
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