Monthly Archives: December 2004

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 … Continue reading →

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 … Continue reading →

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 – … Continue reading →

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. … Continue reading →