Month: December 2004

  • Peanut butter restaurant

    Those dirty rascals. They stole our idea for a fast food place serving only peanut-butter and jam sandwiches. My husband and I first had that idea way back in the 1970’s after watching the oldest descendant slather peanut butter on his pancakes, waffles, bananas … everything. My husband mused that there were a lot of…

  • Christmas tradition

    The year my mother did not give me a book for Christmas, I wandered aimlessly through the house looking for that Christmas book. Thanks to the yearly book, I usually spent much of Christmas Day curled up in a corner munching Christmas sweets and reading. I had a Christmas tradition: receiving a new book with…

  • Bowling with the grandkids

    At 4, 5 and 7 years-old, the grandchildren barely had enough height, let alone muscle to throw a bowling ball down a narrow, slippery lane to hit ten, very far away pins. This grandmother does not frequent bowling alleys – but twice to earn a required physical education credits, I took bowling. At the lanes…

  • Table talk

    Last week our guests for the Thanksgiving dinner included the German exchange student who stayed in our home six years ago. As she helped set the table she said, “Your family is one of two I’ve met in the U.S. that actually sits down to the table to eat.” “What do the rest do?” I…