When we first joined the work at Central in 1975, we soon became friends with Jeff and Laura Davies. They were younger than we were, but both were witty and clever and seemed to enjoy hanging out with us. Jeff was working on his Ph.D. in audiology and Laura was a high school physical education … [Read more…]
Memorial Day, or “Decoration Day,” as Steve’s mother always called it, is a time to remember those who have died. Even though many people especially remember veterans, we also remember all those dear people that are no longer with us. Steve and I took a pilgrimage last week to cemeteries where loved ones are buried. … [Read more…]
I’ve discovered that I have an addiction that previously went undiagnosed. My affliction? Gallery walls. Not until I contemplated moving to another home did I realize how many gallery walls I have in my house. The stairwell from kitchen to family room started with only two graduation pictures, grandparents, and baby pics. But it grew! … [Read more…]
As Steve drove us across I-74 West through Indianapolis and into Illinois, we took a “walk down Memory Lane.” (Of course I do that every time I go for a walk in our small town because our street is just off Memory Lane, but you understand.) This was one that went back to 1968 when … [Read more…]
My mother’s house always seemed to be the best Christmas house ever. I never lived there because she and my father built it after I’d been married seven years. He lived to enjoy it only 12 years, but she lived there 37 years and relished every moment. Her house seemed perfect for Christmas because the … [Read more…]
I have an odd little collection of flatware I never use, but I keep it for sentimental reasons. At some point, both my mother and my father-in-law gave me a handful of old family flatware. Each of them offered pretty much the same sentiment: “Someone ought to keep these and I figured you’d be most … [Read more…]
In the last week, various experiences have prompted me to reflect on previous years. Steve asked about memorable birthdays and the two I recall best are my sixteenth, my sixtieth, and my sixty-second. (Something about those sixes…) On my sixteenth birthday, a Saturday, I’d cleaned my room all day and Mother told me to shower … [Read more…]
Hurrah! The end of May at last. But I must admit that I did enjoy the challenge. Post #31 in the Blog Every Day in May Challenge, 250 words or less. Prompt for May 31: A vivid memory. On a hot summer day, the preacher who was holding our “gospel meeting” stopped to visit. Daddy was working … [Read more…]
My Uncle L.D., age 90, has been in the hospital for a week and I have not checked on him. I got email reports from another niece and had been extra-busy with a houseful of weekend guests, so I had excuses. Today I called the Nashville hospital patient information number and asked for information on … [Read more…]
