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One of the reasons I enjoy reruns of The Waltons is because in some ways it takes me back to yesterday. Life seemed simpler then and things moved at a slower pace. I miss those times. Family took center stage, most everyone we knew went to church, and parents didn’t fear for their children’s safety if they went to visit a friend down the …
Having grown up in the Ozarks when the world was not yet so complicated, I’m often reminded of the gentler times–those magnificent days where there was always “room for just one more.” Besides our ready availability to others, there are other things that I remember and miss: Sundays were indeed a time of worship and rest. Weekends weren’t ruled by …
I love nostalgia. I think it’s because it calls to mind homespun values and simpler times. A few decades ago, the family was the heart of the home. Sundays were reserved for worship, neighbors helped neighbors, and tradition held meaning. We were less concerned with keeping up with the Joneses and more interested in the result of due diligence. We …
Like many of you, I grew up during the “simpler times.” At least that’s how it seemed to me when I was a youngster. Life was less harried and moved at a slower pace. Until my pre-teen years I lived in a small town in a small house and attended a small school. My mother was a stay-at-home mama for many years …
After weeks of sweltering heat and hardly a drop of rain, I’m somewhat relieved that fall seems closer. There’s still a bit of summer left, but summer vacation is now officially over at our house, and it’s back to school for our daughter and back to some uninterrupted writing time for me. As we ready the usual school supplies, P.E. …
When we’re children, I don’t know that we can fully appreciate our roots. In fact, I’m sure we can’t. Things like culture, heritage, family history, and geographic locale aren’t on our “life in the moment” radar. Children live in the now. A child’s world is immediacy. It’s Mama’s smile at breakfast; Daddy’s hug as he leaves for work. It’s macaroni …
As a child, who didn’t watch The Wizard of Oz? Do you remember the scene where Dorothy and her friends are traveling the yellow brick road to meet the great Wizard, and along that road they encounter a gorgeous field of poppies? Well, the poppies are a nasty ol’ trick devised by the Wicked Witch of the West. The mean one intends to put a halt to Dorothy’s …
Until about 6th grade, I grew up in Small-town USA. Everyone knew everyone, and we knew all the juicy tidbits about everyone whether we wanted to or not. We knew who our neighbors were and what they had for dinner. We knew who made the best fried chicken in town and who didn’t cook a lick. We knew who had …
I think every generation has their own idea of what constitutes tough. Do any of these sound familiar? “When I was your age, I used to walk barefoot to school, two miles—uphill, in the rain, snow, sleet, and hail.” “When I was your age, if the teacher said ‘Jump’ we asked, ‘How high?’” “When I was your age, we didn’t …
