The other night, Dad and I were outside walking towards the house. I heard him say something and turned to ask him what he said. He repeated it. “Do you want me to scrape the house for the pancakes?” He asked. “What?” I replied because I didn’t understand what he just said. He repeated himself… Read More Crossed Wires
Many, many years ago I was a little girl in Kindergarten. I loved my teacher. She was young and pretty and her name was Mrs. Libby. I loved school. Mrs. Libby made it fun and exciting to learn and it was fun playing with the other kids. One of our lessons was about silkworms. I… Read More The Silkworms
I haven’t done this in awhile…. Throwback from waaay back! This is my Dad on the left, his brother (my uncle) on the right. Dad was born in 1937. His brother was a little older, but I don’t recall the year he was born. Dad is 81 years old this year. Sadly, my uncle passed… Read More Throwback Thursday
My father has been my friend for almost as long as he has been my Dad. Does that sound silly? When I was a little girl, I looked up to my Dad, as most all little girls do. But as I was growing up, my mother had me to believe that my dad was just… Read More Father’s Day Is Every Day
I know I’ve told all the people in my life how much they mean to me. I hope they heard me. I’d hate to leave this world without them understanding the love and laughter they have brought to my life. I’d hate for them to leave this world and not know how truly loved and… Read More The Loves of My Life
It was nice to have a day out, just me and Dad, even though it was only a simple outing to Walmart and lunch at Ruby Garden. It was quiet. No grand babies crying. No daughter incessantly talking. No “other daughter” pecking out text messages all day long….tick..tick..tick. No son and “other daughter” bickering and pushing each other’s buttons.… Read More A Partial Day of Peace & Quiet
