Monthly Archives: December 1995

I was 14 when we decided to buy the movie camera Dad and Mom had always wanted. With five children between 10 and 15 on a small, family dairy farm, they could not afford it – until we met the … Continue reading →

“Joan! Black sneakers and black sock with a red and white pinafore and red blouse!” I looked at my feet. They were warm. My sneakers matched my socks. The blouse matched the pinafore. I looked at my friend quizzically, “Is … Continue reading →

Before their recent visit, my son’s wife said, “you cook Thanksgiving day and I will fix the meals the rest of the time.” We ended up sharing the cooking, but she came prepared to cook her specialties. They walked in … Continue reading →

The “I can take my clothes off all by myself stage had arrived. All the books on bringing up baby did not prepare me. I gasped, “Well laa, dee, daa!” I paused. “I think you better put your clothes back … Continue reading →