journal entry: How many memories can you pack in a suitcase? Can memories fit in your pocket? Can they get dusty on a shelf? Can they be pressed between the pages of a book? When you say “oh, I’ll remember” . . . do you? “My memory …
journal entry: Most of us remember childhood fun with our cousins. Some memories are brighter than others and some are better embellished or forgotten. They are generally memories of parties with family, big and small, birthday cakes, games, running, sleeping out and playing in water. Adults rarely joined in but sat in summer …
journal entry: I have long had a favorite poem. It is titled Red Geraniums by Martha Haskell Clark. In its three verses is found a precious reminder. That reminder is to be thankful for everything, learn to enjoy simple things and see the spiritual in whatever comes. Watching my family harvesting potatoes …
(cousins) journal entry: As I have grown older, my heart has inched its way into my throat. That old phrase refers to watching something that gives a person great pause . . . I think I am the only person in the group who has to work at staying calm while my grandchildren are …
journal entry: It is easy to see why children love to dress-up. It is a chance to pull the faces their mothers tell them not to pull and to look really scary and tough. I wonder what these cousins will think when they are grown and look back at these …
CLOTHES MAKE A STATEMENT. COSTUMES TELL A STORY. journal entry: Our family gathering is over for this year but the dress-up fun remains in photographs. Thrifted over many months, everything was goofy, bright and funky. Our grandchildren spent hours choosing their clothes, embellishing, prancing around and looking in the mirror. If you want to see unexpected personalities give …
journal entry: Our row of poplars needed to be thinned. As I saw the long branches fall to the ground, I had a thought. It was the kind of thought that Grandpa wishes I wouldn’t have. It was the kind of thought that often means work for him. “Whatever you …
