I found my old diary–my very old diary. It was a 5-year diary and, oh joy! it began in 1953! Can you believe it? I’ve always preferred reading diaries or journals of people who lived through old times because to me those are the truest accounts. This was evidently the journal of a young farm […]
Dec 3, 2025
Common Sense
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I often long for the common sense wisdom of my dad. His children always knew his view of things and, we knew he was right. Surprising, what a sense of security that gave. I wonder what he’d say about the many, many changes I see in life today. I think, maybe he would have nothing […]
Oct 21, 2025
My Friend Nemo
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I’m so sad to report this morning that yesterday, my dear little friend of nearly sixteen years, Nemo, passed away. He was my guardian, writing partner, and companion with a freckled nose, short legs, and a waggy tail. He had been failing for several years and, at the last, he was blind and deaf. However, […]
May 23, 2025
Was It Long Ago?
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It was a different time. My teenage years were almost unbelievably different when compared to the lives of today’s teens. Were those days better? Do I see them through the rose-tinted glasses of nostalgia? Those days, so long ago, were far from perfect; however, there was an innocence and a wide-eyed wonder. We wore bobby […]
May 15, 2025
Remembering Summer
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Those summer memories of childhood! I remember running barefoot through tickly grass, walking through dusty places and feeling warm dust puff up between my toes, dancing quickly over rocks that were too hot for lingering. Summer was hot, but I didn’t mind. It was the way summer was supposed to be. Of course, if we had […]
Jul 31, 2024
A Tattered Book
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Yesterday, I happened upon a very old diary! It was a 5-year diary and, oh joy! it began in 1953! Can you believe it? I’ve always preferred reading diaries or journals of people who lived through old times because to me those are the truest accounts. This was evidently the journal of a young farm […]
