Stars

They’ve worked four arduous years for their goal. I only worked for six and a half months. But it was an accomplishment for all of us…tackling something that we thought at times was completely beyond our abilities. Nevertheless, we persevered.

Our only granddaughter, and her fiance Colin, graduated this weekend . . . → Read More: Stars

Scrapped

My parents came of age during the Depression, an event that had great influence on what was saved and stored away for some rainy day need-it-now occasion rather than scrapped. My brother and I fussed and fumed and laughed our way through cleaning out their home after our mother passed away. A . . . → Read More: Scrapped

Reveal

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Cookies

Finally. There were a few leftovers. A scant few cookies left on the wooden tray out in the garage. The third heaping tray of hot out of the oven chocolate chip cookies that had drawn kids from all over the housing development to supposedly sled on our awesomely icy driveway. Really, it’s . . . → Read More: Cookies

Threads

Recently, a glorious collection of blue wooden-spooled threads came to enliven my sewing stash, the gracious gift of a fellow thinning-the-herd family member. Over the years I’ve not done a lot of sewing with blues other than denim or navy so my selection of blues was, to say the least, slender. One . . . → Read More: Threads

Clothing

Admittedly, I’ve thinned the herd of clothing that used to be in my closet. But still, there are those cherished garments that I may have worn once yet will never wear again that reside sleeve and collar next to my current go-to wardrobe. Enclosed in plastic garment bags are my maternal grandmother’s . . . → Read More: Clothing

Done

Done! Not as in under done. Not in as over done. Just plain and simple done. I’m finally done…well almost. I’ve been working on restoring, actually reconstructing a Better Homes & Garden cookbook we received as a wedding present fifty-two years ago today – St Patrick’s Day. Over the years the familiar . . . → Read More: Done

Benchmark

As grandparents, we hit the mark this weekend. While our son and his wife flew east to West Point to spend the holiday weekend with our only granddaughter and her fiancĂ©, we hung out with his three youngest sons, Pete, 13, Scott 15, and Tim 16. And Scott had an agenda. He . . . → Read More: Benchmark

Intentions

I had the best of intentions. I intended to write my weekly post about the lovely fans the ladies had made at the Lighthouse to symbolize aspects of their substance abuse recovery. But I confessed to a friend at lunch I didn’t want to. So with her encouragement, I’m not.

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Birth

Before Christmas, our family had another important birthday to celebrate – grandson Ian’s 8th birthday. This is only the third birthday we’ve celebrated with him. Ian was born December 23 and was abandoned two days later, on Christmas Day, in the hospital where he was born in northern China. After four years . . . → Read More: Birth