I Remember…

“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.” ― L.M. Montgomery When my parents were living independently, I started an annual tradition with mom on Mother’s Day. I would go to a local greenhouse and buy a large, beautiful potted geranium in the brightest color possible for the woman who gave me life. Fuchsia was a favorite color, but red came in second. The geranium always thrived through the summer and in September or October, dadRead more

SoCS: Tins of Memories

Tin of mom’s pecan fingers Clove-pierced ham Cinnamon and butter yams Brandy-soaked fruitcake Tastes of Christmas gone by Tinseled, ornamental tree Magical lights of color Ruby red poinsettia Presents not quite hidden Sights of Christmas gone by Tinkly angel candle chimes Noisy jingle bells Choirs praising His birth Ripping wrapping paper Sounds of Christmas gone by Tinged by melty marshmallows and chocolate Incense of midnight mass Piney needles of a fresh-cut tree Dough, sugar, butter baking in the oven SmellsRead more

Catholic Rite of Passage

June 26, 1966 This was the day of my First Communion in the Catholic Church. I remember many of the faces, but very few names. I recognize twin sisters Jean and Joan, along with a Dawn and Mary Jo. The rest draw a blank, but this was 50 years ago and I didn’t stay in touch with this group after high school. Can you guess where I am in this photo? “Of all seven sacraments, the Holy Eucharist, or HolyRead more

Eye Spy: The Start of an Annual Tradition

This day, if you were a fly on the wall or a CIA spy, you might know that I began an annual tradition around 9:00 am CST. At this moment, the blogging community can see it with their own two eyes. I don’t remember the exact year it started (at least eight years ago) – I take a few days off work and bake cookies to give as Christmas presents to family and friends. This year, there will be aRead more