Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been tagged as “Memories”
Ahhh. Valentine’s Day. One of my favorite holidays! Just mention the word valentine and I go all mushy inside. Of course I would. (There’s a reason I live, breathe, and write romance. I’m a romantic! A huge one.) And I’m always on a mission. Remember that little pocket notebook I carry? Often, when I’m out and about and I see …
Happy Fourth of July, friends… Just a brief mini-post to wish you a safe, fun-filled holiday. I hope your celebration includes family, friends, food, and of course, a few fireworks. Whatever your day brings, I pray it’s also a time of quiet reflection. For our family, this holiday is bittersweet. Last Sunday evening, my father-in-law passed away. It was sudden …
I once attended church with a dear, silver-bunned matron who I thought was widowed. It wasn’t until many years later I learned the truth. “Maude” (not her real name) was divorced. It happened in the late 1950’s when anything less than marital bliss wasn’t discussed. At least openly. After her divorce, Maude went on to work long hours in a laundry …
As a small child, I loved combing the hills and hollows of the Ozarks. It seemed like everywhere I turned there was a grand adventure waiting to happen. Often, we’d pile in the family car and strike out on the endless drive to nowhere. “Sunday drives” are less common now, but when I was a little girl, they were the order …
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 …
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 …
Many months ago, I ran into an old friend. Talk about memories! It had been almost 11 years since we’d seen each other–since she’d moved about four states away to begin a new life. I didn’t even know she was back in the area. As I studied “Debbie” (not her real name) from across the store, I realized the years …
Who doesn’t like to ride a brightly painted pony on a whimsical carousel? There’s just something about a carousel pony that draws us in. Perhaps its his hooves in flight, his regal appearance, or the upbeat music that persuades us to hop up in the saddle and give it a go. I know when our own children were small, I used to love riding beside them …
I suppose one of the reasons I enjoy reruns of “The Waltons” is because, in some ways, it takes me back to my childhood when life seemed simpler and things moved at a slower pace. 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 street. Where I lived …
