I love watching movies. The first movie my brother and I saw was in the living room of our adopted parents’ home. I was around 5 and my brother was 3.
Our Dad pulled up the white screen with tiny white beads on it. The projector was brown and got very hot if it ran for too long. The film was in reels and about the size of a saucer. They were housed in a thin, square, cardboard box with a picture and a name on the front of the cover.
One of the many things I loved about teaching overseas was the closeness of the faculties. Most of us were young, single and lived in the BOQs. We rode to school together, went out to eat in groups and traveled together when our boyfriends were “in the field.”
Schweinfurt, Germany was an Army Base and my main squeeze was Captain Tim Stephens from Florida. When summer came, 3 of my friends and I decided to take a trip to Scandinavia in my vintage Volkswagen bug, Old Blue. On the sly, Tim checked out two pup tents, four winter sleeping bags, four canteens, two small camp stoves and a case of rations.
Mother Nature or the Tree Elves struck when everyone was asleep.
A previous week’s rain soaked old dead limbs that no longer held leaves or acted as a chlorophyll factory for the main tree trunk of one of the many oak trees in our yard. Periodically, these rain-soaked ancient limbs fall, looking almost prehistoric with the fungus, lichen and mushroom like fans that live on them.
July is one of the hottest months of the year and the farther south you go, the hotter it gets. Yet this is the month my late mother’s small Methodist Church in Bethel, SC, holds its homecoming.
Today I received a postcard announcing the July 19 date. They predicted a miserably hot day and for us not to bring jello molds or any salads, including tuna, potato, macaroni or slaw, that would be drenched in mayonnaise because, as we all know, this heat business and mayo can bring on salmonella and the screaming you-know-whats. Continue reading Keeping in contact with relatives … even in July→
Happiness for some people is picking strawberries and making jars of strawberry preserves to keep and to give as gifts.
Happiness for others is manning the riding lawnmower and roaring across the back forty like Mad Max in Fury Road.
For me. it was hearing about pottery starting soon at Randolph Community College. The following Monday morning, I jumped out of bed, sprinted down the hall, let my dog, Ava Gardner, out for her morning constitutional, and dialed Randolph Community College’s continuing education office. Continue reading We find things that make us very happy→
Is it the antics of your pets? Your next door neighbor who can tell joke after joke?
Or is it the years of late nights with David Letterman who retired recently? He has been an influence on other late night entertainers. Letterman was known for his Top Ten List, Stupid Dog Tricks and Stupid Human Tricks. He continued the popular segment “Kids Say the Darndest Things,” which Art Linkletter created.
What was your first job? Was it babysitting, a paper delivery route after school as you pedaled your bicycle through the neighborhood? Was it a job at McDonalds, Hardees or Burger King? I will venture that you learned a lot, whatever the job. Continue reading We never forget our first jobs→
I would venture to say that 85% of North Americans have some sort of hobby. Collecting comics, dolls and action figures, arrowheads or antique Cracker Jack toys begin in early childhood. Hunting, fishing, golfing, tennis, coin and stamp collecting are hobbies that come later.
When we lived at the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, my brother began collecting arrowheads. While he was in first grade, Travis, a classmate, showed him an arrowhead that his dad had unearthed with his plow. Continue reading Hobbies separate us from animals→
We all began life as nomads, following reindeer, buffalo, rabbits, fish or whatever food was available in the region where we lived. Centuries later, we settled down into our home in the world.
It might have been a yurt, a long house for many families, a one-room log cabin, a lean-to near running water, a boat where your family lived, caught and cooked meals and traded with other boat people, or later, a hand-me-down mansion. Continue reading Architecture is one of our influencers→
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