It seems this has certainly been a year for wacky weather. Continue reading “WACKY WEATHER, OR IS IT?”
The young woman stood awed by what she was seeing. She was amazed at the millions of stars lighting the night sky. In the entire twenty-three years of her life she had never witnessed anything like what she was gazing at in utter wonder until a few nights ago. How had she missed so much of what hung over her night after night? She knew the answer to why she had missed so much of this grand beauty. It was her own grandmother’s doing. Continue reading “FULL CIRCLE”
Ruby, a pretty redhead and one of her good friends, Maggie found themselves without a date for Valentines Day in the early 1930’s. The two young women decided they would pass their time playing cards and hope at least one of their boyfriends would “come calling.” Continue reading “THE CHICKEN BONE WISH”
I have never been a fan of cold weather and especially do not care for ice or snow. Even as a child I had no desire to go outside to play in the snow. Getting cold and wet did not appeal to me. Continue reading “PLEASE GOD, ‘LET IT SNOW’”
How thankful would you be if I gave you $7.00? “Oh Yes,” you might think. Maybe I could buy a small burger and small drink with $7.00, big deal.
My brother Dan and I recently recalled a time when $7.00 seemed like a fortune. Continue reading “$ 7.00”
“Mama, look what I found stuck in an old vase in the attic.” I said with excitement.
We had just moved into an old farmhouse about a mile out of the small town where Mama grew up. I had told Mama I thought the old house looked haunted but she just laughed and said she was sure all of the ghosts had left long ago. Continue reading “DEAR SISTER”
I’m still not sure what all of the ruckus was about last summer. Well, I guess I better start from the beginning and let you make up your own mind. Continue reading “BIG RUCKUS”
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”