My Granny and Pa M’s little white house in the middle of Springfield, Mo. The whole backyard was garden, every kind of vegetable, dill, mint for tea, marigolds planted at the corners to keep the bugs out. All colors of roses planted down the side of the house. Pa built me a swing in one…
My sweetie
We stopped at the small DG store on the way home to get dog food for our pups and an older gentleman was in line ahead of us with a heart shaped box of candy and some chocolates . He told us he was getting valentines for his sweetie and they’d been married 68 years!…
That’s What Neighbors Do
A pillar of the community in our small town passed away this week. Mr. J. He is someone I’ve known my whole life and what we in the hills fondly refer to as a squirrel cousin. Which means somewhere in a round about way we are related by marriage. He ran a gas station here…
Holiday Nostalgia: “The Good Old Days”
Ah the “good old days”. Christmas and the holiday season certainly brings me many thoughts of nostalgia. I don’t recall many of the presents that I received as a child but remember vividly sitting in the backseat of my Dad’s station wagon while he walked inside the bank on the downtown square. The snow was…
No Love Like Boxer Love
My husband grew up with boxers. Ever since we married he’s mentioned getting another one. So his Mama told him to find one and that would be his birthday present for that year. In spring of 2015 we traveled to Tennessee to bring home our new fur kid. He already had a name. Raylan. B…
Just breathe
What’s happening to us right now? Grief. We all are handling it. Badly at times. We isolate. Don’t talk about it. Dreading the firsts without her. Birthdays,graduations, and holidays. We are handling it. We are all handling it. As well as can be expected. Visit the grave. Cry. Listen to music. We reminisce about good…