Month: April 1999

The first day of “Writing your memoirs” class I startled at least one student when I said, “It would be best if you wrote at least one page a day, recording memories of places, people and events you want to share with your children and grandchildren. However, for sure when you come next week have…

I spent the weekend visiting my son’s family in New Orleans. Both the little girl and the baby boy are in phases typical for their ages. Their momma told me her 3-month-old bouncing baby boy of bliss, laughs and coos at me as long as I talk with him. If I turn away to do…

The summer my oldest son was 5, we dug, one shovelful at a time, a basement under our existing home. In June we had a digging party for my teenage stepson’s friends. The guys went downstairs with their shovels. The 5-year-old found an extra shovel and tagged along to help the big boys. He as…

My husband and I as avid “do-it-yourselfers: planned a blueberry Saturday: pick-em and put-em in the freezer. So when the wash machine shaft broke, I knew who would fix it. Saturday morning before we went to pick berries, my husband tore apart the machine, reluctantly stopping to go berry picking. We returned with 25 pounds…