Paste Buckets and Sweet Peas
Daddy prided himself on his yearly garden. No paste bucket that had been emptied at the floor covering shop went…
Author: froghavenlady
When the Chimney Shook
Daddy didn’t contemplate life before him in rhetorical terms. He might ask the questions, but he’d already accepted the circumstances…
Plywood
I’m sure my father never thought twice about the plywood he delivered to my junior high school that day; but…
When Healthier Roots Prevailed
The American Dream was the prevailing mindset: there were opportunities for those who sought them and a political system that…
A Fork in the Road
I wanted the silverware more than I ever imagined, and they have proven to be magical wands full of memories. …
Keyboard Harmony
Had I been asked back then, I’d have defined my parents’ definition of “good music” as restricted to songs written before…
Because We Are All One
For many of us born between 1946 and 1964, World War II was relegated to the history books; not because…
Did You Have History When You Were Little?
My daughter was learning her manners and just barely past two years old at the time of this conversation: Mommy,…
CROCK-POT OPTIMIST
Written to the tune of Cockeyed Optimist from South Pacific, with my apologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein. I couldn’t help…