Growing up in Myrtle Mo (no population sign) was, in my memory, idyllic. I know this sounds like I made it up, but we didn’t lock the doors at night. Our cars sat unlocked in the carport with the keys in the ignition. I’m positive it’s not that way now, but it’s how I rememberContinue reading “Boston”
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We need a little Christmas. NOW.
I’m pretty certain there’s one thing we all agree upon. IT’S BEEN A TOUGH YEAR. We haven’t seen most of our friends since March. I haven’t done any shopping since March. I haven’t been to church since March. We haven’t gone out to a restaurant since August (outside seating…) and now we’ve even quarantined fromContinue reading “We need a little Christmas. NOW.”
Norman Rockwell…sort of
Well, here we are friends. Another Thanksgiving. Tradition…. but different Agreed? Am I alone in realizing that my memories are seen through rose colored glasses? I’ll begin today with these precious rose colored Suzanne memories…and I’ll bet you have plenty of your own. Thanksgiving when I was a little girl and a teenager was simplyContinue reading “Norman Rockwell…sort of”
Blame it on Buster
Charles Woodrow Wilkerson was born on July 3, 1916, the youngest of five children born to Oliver Cicero and Lula Catherine Wilkerson. He was my Daddy. Oliver Cicero (my grandpa) decided to name the baby Charles Woodrow in “honor” of the two presidential candidates, Charles Evans Hughes and Woodrow Wilson. There was just one problem.Continue reading “Blame it on Buster”
Train case
” these small pieces of luggage were first used around 1948 and are called “train cases” because they were used for train travel, basically for carrying toiletries”. I turned 62 this week. Shocking, I know. Shouldn’t I be 45 and holding? Apparently not. Anyway, as is customary for me, I spent time looking back and reminiscing about birthdays past.Continue reading “Train case”
Days of Guilt and Grace
When I was in 7th grade I wanted desperately to be a anti war radical. I wore my brother’s old army jacket, a POW bracelet and earth shoes and subscribed to Rolling Stone (until my mother read it). I also found it hysterical that a friend would bring cigarettes to school enabling several of myContinue reading “Days of Guilt and Grace”
