Often on hot summer afternoons and evenings, as I sit comfortably enjoying the coolness of central air conditioning my mind often wanders back to bygone days of my youth. No luxury of central air, only a swamp cooler that might have possibly cooled one room. Back then we thought it was wonderful. Continue reading “SUMMER FRIEND”
An Irish Story for Saint Patrick’s Day
It happened in the wee hamlet of Kinsdale, Ireland the home of my very own grandpa, one Liam O’Brien. Continue reading “SCOTCH-HOPPER”
The sun was bright and warm for early March. Much too pretty of a day to be in the local cemetery listening to the minister’s final words before Mark McClure was laid to rest.
I looked around at the sad faces and could hear his widow’s soft sobs. Funerals were such a sad occasion for families and friends to come together to lament over their memories of the person no longer present. Sadly, it seems to be a necessary ending for all of us.
Then it occurred to me that on my next birthday, I was going to give myself one whing-ding of a birthday party. Continue reading “SECRETS”
This was the date of an exciting event in the small west Texas town of Stamford. This was the day the Buffalo Bill Cody Wild West Show came to town. Continue reading “October 13, 1915”
It’s that time of the year. It is time for one of our family traditions to begin again. I’m not exactly sure when or how it started but it has been going on for close to forty years. Continue reading “TRADITIONS”
So here I am lying in the MRI machine wondering how something that started out so simple turned out like this. Continue reading “WINTER”
Do I believe in ghost? Well, I am still trying to resolve that issue. Up until about fifteen years ago I would have laughed at such a question, but now I’m not so sure. This is how it happened. Continue reading “DO I BELIEVE?”
Nora unlocked the door, disarmed the security system, and dropped her purse and keys on the hall table. Clutching the carry out bag from a nearby Bar-B-Que Restaurant, she walked toward the kitchen kicking off her high heels before she reached the end of the hallway. She placed the bag on the shiny granite countertop of the center island.
Nora breathed in the scent of her kitchen. There was nothing. Continue reading “THE SWEET SMELL OF HOME”
Three more days and she would turn thirty-four. Amy smiled as she thought about her upcoming birthday. She and Ryan had been married ten years, and each year brought another surprise when it came to the gift she received for her birthday or Christmas. Poor Ryan was at a loss on special occasions when a woman expected a slightly extravagant or sentimental gift. Continue reading “PRACTICAL MAN”
I found my old diary the other day and started reading about my distant past. I had never kept a diary until I was twenty-two years old and in the hospital in 1972. Until then I didn’t have the time or feel the need to write down my inner thoughts or deep dark secrets. Ha Ha! Continue reading “LIFE ON PEACH TREE LANE”