Category Archives: Memories
The Horrible, Though Imaginary, Family Secret
My maternal grandparents came to the US from Poland before World War I. They came separately – they didn’t meet until they were here for several years. As a matter of fact, my grandfather met and married someone else first, a young woman who died in the Great Influenza Pandemic of 1918. I don’t know …
Eureka, Sort Of
Today I will meander through a couple of little stories, but eventually I will stroll on over to the point. When I was young I had a secret ambition (which I still have but I’m not young and it’s not a secret) to solve some great mystery. This desire started of course with Nancy Drew books. …
Buy Me Flowers
Lest you think that my fashion-plateness (platedom, platability?) is a recent avocation, let me present to you little Nancy - Easter Sunday, 1958: Not only do I have a stylish pink dress with matching coat, I have a new Easter bonnet, white gloves, patent leather shoes with matching purse, and a corsage. (And Daddy’s face.) …
The Family Album
Last year, I wrote that I am among the most patient people in the world. (Just You Wait) I love traffic jams and long lines at the grocery store. For me, waiting is permission to be lazy. The plane is late? Great. I have an excuse to do nothing. It’s not my fault. But I …
When Nineteen Was Far Away
I’m sixty-two today. It’s true what they say about time passing more quickly as you get older. The last twenty years especially are like a book that I just skimmed through. I wish I had read every line more carefully. I may had missed some hidden meaning in my race to the next chapter. There …
It Lingers Still
Ah, Christmas is so wonderful. You just want it to go on and on. And it does. Picking up after Christmas can take you right into February. Four years ago, I convinced my husband that we should buy an artificial pre-lit tree. He loves real trees. He was not enthused. But I convinced him that …
I Love It Now
Sometimes we make up our mind early about stuff – and those opinions stick with us forever. Some of the things I loved as I kid I still love: – Clothes so soft they make you hug yourself. – Warm beach sand squishing through your toes. – Tuna sandwiches with a side of potato chips. …
Teachers
If you’ve read my blog even once, you probably know that I am never serious. I excel at silly, and so I’ve stuck to it. But I cannot – as much as I’d love to – pretend that what happened here in Connecticut last week did not happen. The whole country is heartbroken, including silly …
