Amish friendship bread popped up (so to speak) in a novel I read last week, reminding me of my own horrifying experience with it many years ago. I’d just moved to Cleveland to teach high school and found a church I liked. One of the women there gifted me with the makings of Amish friendship bread. (more…)
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Tags: Amish friendship bread, breaking free, food, friends, humor, just say no, memories, personal, tryanny
Tags: A Tale of Two Cities quote, fixing up a house, house & home, musings, New York City, personal, relaxation, tea, tea time
Trying to get a house ready to put on the market after living in it for 28 years is NOT the best of everything. It’s much more like the opening lines of A Tale of Two Cities: “These were the best of times, these were the worst of times.”
Tags: loss, pain, personal, poetry, winter
This is another poem from many years ago. I don't recall the exact circumstances but the sense of impending loss still seems real. Anticipating Winter Even though you are not yet gone, my self does not know it; is preparing for the cold as gradually as possible. With so many claims upon you now, I cannot bring any I may have to bear on you. I must leave you as free and unencumbered as I can. Since I can take none of your pain upon myself, the least I can do is to bear my own.
Tags: In Flanders Fields, Memorial Day, memories, miscellaneous, personal, remember
In memory of my father-in-law, Wayne Webb, who landed at Omaha Beach and also in the Pacific,
with thanks to my father and all men and women in all branches of the service: those who served, those who died,
those who still serve, and to all of their families.
Thank you. We remember. (more…)
Tags: magic, memories, musings, personal, photo, train travel, travel
A scimitar moon hangs in the blue-black sky as I drive home. A train passes silently along the tracks, silently because I’m cocooned in the van. Lights shine from inside the cars, warming the night, and although it’s merely a commuter train, it plucks memories from my heart, memories of trips to visit my grandparents in California.
Tags: just for fun, me, personal, photo, reflections, triplets, triplicate
Tags: cavalry, Civil War, family, General Tecumseh Sherman, history, March through the South, personal, photo
My great-great grandfather was born in Bavaria, Germany in March 1841. His family moved to the United States in 1851 and in 1863, he joined Company F-8 Regiment Indiana Volunteer Cavalry. He was with Sherman on the
“March through the South”, before moving to a farm in Nebraska in 1883. This is a copy of the original photo owned by a relative. I loved it as a child and he made a copy for me.
Tags: mountains, Nature, personal, photo, postaday, relaxation, travel, vacation, Weekly Photo Challenge
Tags: aging, animals, horses, imperfections, Love, Missouri Foxtrotters, Wordpress prompt of the day
The WordPress prompt of the day is….
Imperfections — in things, in people, in places — add character to life. Tell us about an imperfection that you cherish.
I have plenty imperfections of my own, but this post is about the imperfection of my horse, Sunday. You see her every time you see my gravatar. She’s a Missouri Foxtrotter, which means she has a gait that, instead of the usual bumpy trot, is so smooth that you could ride forever. It’s the epitome of that rocking chair feeling. (more…)
Tags: animals, childhood memories, children, family, horses, memories, old photo, personal, ponies, riding
I may have inherited my love of horses from my dad because I don’t remember a time when I haven’t loved horses. I knew where all the horse books in our library were and I read them all. I think I learned to ride through reading those books, because I didn’t take any lessons, but I seemed to know how to ride instinctively.
I wanted nothing more than a horse. I wanted one enough to put up with, and enjoy, the occasional rides to no- much-of -on bored horses at a nearby stable, rides where the horse couldn’t be forced into a trot without massive amounts of kicking. I didn’t get a horse until much later but one day someone came by our house with a pony and my parents paid for my brother and me to have our pictures taken on it. That is definitely a look of pure happiness!