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…]
Through my father-in-law, I learned that “old” is ten or more years older than the person speaking. At age 75, he would bemoan getting in line “behind all those old people.” So I spent last week with old people–very revealing. Steve and I drove to Middle Tennessee, home of my youth, and visited some of … [Read more…]
Fifty has been in my thoughts a lot lately, for various reasons. Turning 50 doesn’t seem so long ago and I didn’t welcome it. Half a century! That seemed much older than it does now, but I’ve learned that we never feel as old as our years tell us we are. The current reason for … [Read more…]
Recently I visited an old friend. My friendship with Enid started 43 years ago, and she is now 91, so that qualifies as an “old friend” in every sense of the word. When I joined her to teach third grade, I was uneasy about teaching such babies since I’d previously taught upper grades. She immediately set … [Read more…]
The Ides of March! Unlike their foreboding implication, I welcome March 15 each year, because I know that spring is not far away. In spite of the present grayness and gloom, I know that sunny days are ahead. The seasons are so unlike life. We always know it won’t be long until green newness arrives … [Read more…]
