Monthly Archives: September 1996

As a child, my sisters, a girl cousin and I organized ourselves into a club with the motto, “Quzzle, quzzle, quack, quack.” After 35 years, who remembers the reason for that motto? The important thing was that with the club, … Continue reading →

The speaker at the spring retreat mentioned planning an old fashioned Victorian tea party. Images of fine linens, delicate china and tea food: Cucumber sandwiches, crumpets, scones and tea cakes grew into a determination to have our own tea. No … Continue reading →

Our youngest children are riding the miniature train at the county fair several years ago, when my oldest ran up to me. “Where’s Mert?” he panted frantically. I blinked. “I don’t know. I think he went in the exhibit building.” … Continue reading →

Working at the News-Times has ruined my sense of time. My first day I was handed a stack of daily horoscopes, Dear Abby and syndicated editorials to enter into the computer for future use. A fog of time uncertainty began … Continue reading →

“I really like it here,” my son’s friend said as they played a game of chess on the floor. “I would love to live here.” He was looking for a new place to live. I overheard his comment from the … Continue reading →