I've read a few good books lately, and one of them is The Two Lives of Lydia Bird by Josie Silver. I enjoyed it immensely, though it required quite a bit of suspension of disbelief. Which I am okay with, as I often feel like my own life is better when I apply that mechanism.… Continue reading Lydia and the Little Dish in the Freezer
Tag: childhood memories
the kudzu patch
from the very first day of school I can remember the rule sternly set "no going near the kudzu patch" it was out back behind the portable buildings and the monkey bars and swing set and beyond the patch where we played kickball back before all of the regulations had such things padded and fenced… Continue reading the kudzu patch
The Boy Who Loved the Stars
A few days ago I was waiting to meet Aub, so I walked over to the GW Boutique for a few minutes. I was basically window shopping and admiring the way all the blazers were put together and noticing how the styles of coats over the past thirty years were all hanging in one spot… Continue reading The Boy Who Loved the Stars
The Seventh Day of Christmas
On the seventh day of Christmas..... seven loads of laundry..... or at least that many. I kind of stopped counting in the midst of the Great New Year's Eve Lego Challenge and Kids' Only Dance Party and the Minions Movie and the Keeping Calm of the Dog During the Everlasting Fireworks. A busy day, but… Continue reading The Seventh Day of Christmas
Delta Dawn and Earworms
Isn't it interesting to hear songs now that you once sang out loud as a child? Does it ever make you cringe that you sang it, not knowing what the lyrics meant? So many songs from all those years ago I can still remember the lyrics to. One of my favorite radio stations is the… Continue reading Delta Dawn and Earworms
Bubba, the Lamb, and the Raspberries
A week or so ago I promised a story about my lamb Raspberry. And so, true to my word, here it is. Years ago, when I was 12 or so, I was in 4-H. One of the activities we could participate in was raising a sheep for show. I was all for it, and my… Continue reading Bubba, the Lamb, and the Raspberries
The Love Behind the Extra Leaves and Card Tables
I miss our big family get togethers from when I was little. It doesn't matter where. From my great Granddaddy's to my Great Aunt's to my Granny's to Mama's. I loved them all. The hustle and bustle of activity, tables or counters or stovetops groaning, laden with all kinds of good foods--and some that I… Continue reading The Love Behind the Extra Leaves and Card Tables
Duplicate Prints
My Mama's cousin made time for a visit with us on Tuesday as she made her way back home to Florida after a trip to North Carolina. It is always good to see her for many reasons, but especially because she reminds me so much of all the ones we love and miss. And that… Continue reading Duplicate Prints
The Bird Who Read the Newspaper
This evening I saw a writing prompt that was one word long. Newspaper. An interesting choice of topics, I thought, all while the wheels were turning and one distinct memory came to mind. Chiefy. My Mama loved parakeets. With my sister's allergies to dogs and cats, we only had them outdoors, and my sister couldn't… Continue reading The Bird Who Read the Newspaper
play ball
in all the hot summers of playing softball under the bright summer sky and watching baseball games and coaching tee ball the two rules I remember best are don't throw the bat and keep your eye on the ball all those little hands throwing balls looking first to see that the person on the other… Continue reading play ball
I Might Need A Nap 