Rejoicing on Rubberneck Avenue
Fifty years ago, in my small little world of Rubberneck Avenue, I understood that families with German heritage “were Lutheran…
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Snicker, Snicker
During retirement, Daddy had to get out of the house. He was not good at staying inside or staying still…
My First Passion
Some of my earliest memories of a garden are with my neighbor in her backyard. Hers was the one with…
An Orange for Christmas!
Mom always retained her astonishment at things that people said and did. She was certainly sheltered from much of humanity’s…
Lights! Table Tops! Action!
Daddy worked lots of late hours; the Christmas season was no exception. Because Mom didn’t drive, we had to wait…
Oh, Tannenbaum!
Mid December, we’d have our school Christmas Program. As I climbed the grades, I knew which teachers were the most…
The Back Room at 3671
My father’s idea of maintenance was to ignore any and all upgrades. He was not one to pre-plan or estimate…
When Everyone Was Irish
Across the Bay, the City had a parade each year. Even the Italians walked among their Irish compatriots, extolling the…
Seeing Red
Knowing Mom’s penchant for little things that were sentimental and greeting cards for all occasions, I decided that particular year…