It seems that life is made up of one storm after the other, with peaceful stretches in between. When we feel tossed around by circumstances, it’s time to batten down the hatches and hold tight. One of my favorite poems is The Voyagers by Van Dyke: O Maker of the mighty deep, whereon our vessels […]
Oct 2, 2019
Keeping the Hearth Fire Burning
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Maybe it’s because October is here and with its arrival, the promise of cooler weather. Crisp days and nights make me think of much chillier temps and that, of course, leads to the thoughts of the fireplace. So, why do I have a life-long love of fireplaces? Could it be because Irish ancestors sat […]
Sep 26, 2019
Manos Meanderings
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It’s my own fault that I’m feeling muddled and fuzzy-minded this morning. It was my dream, you see, and the dream was because of the book I’m reading. I’m enjoying Emily Brightwell’s newest cozy, Mrs. Jeffries and the Alms of the Angel. I have the bad habit of waking up during the wee, small hours, […]
Sep 12, 2019
Dreams, For What They’re Worth
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Dreams! I don’t mean hopes and goals, I mean the things that pass through our minds as we sleep. Do you pay any attention to them? I’ve read that some are caused by what has happened during the day, or perhaps long ago. Some are subconscious thoughts and worries that surface while we sleep. I […]
Sep 3, 2019
A Rusty, Dusty, Relic of Yesterday
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Nothing dates a person like her repertoire of songs. My repertoire is a rusty, dusty, relic of a long ago yesterday. In my school days, both as a student and as a teacher, we began the day with singing, the Flag Salute, and the Lord’s Prayer. At Valley Center, one of the best elementary […]
Aug 7, 2019
People From My Past
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It’s funny the way some simple thing will trigger a memory from long ago. This morning, as I measured water for the coffee pot, I remembered my junior high science teacher. (I told you it was long ago.) The thing I recall now, after all those years is Mr. Wasson’s gravelly voice and the […]
