A Year of Memories, Monday Memories
My children—Lisa, Chris, and Tim—raced into the house, excited about what they’d found: a baby duck in our front yard. I went to look, and sure enough, it was a yellow, fluffy baby bird nestled in the grass. “What should we do with it?” Lisa said. “Can we keep it?”...
A Year of Memories, Monday Memories
I raced up the stairs to our apartment. “Mom, our car’s gone. Somebody stole our car.” I didn’t give much thought to why anyone would want to steal our car, a fourteen-year-old sedan. Before mother could answer, I thought about our village constable who lived next...
A Year of Memories, Monday Memories
He must have liked me; he tried his hardest to get my attention. But there were times when I would have settled for him liking me a bit less. I had to watch my backside when Uncle Amanza Powell was around. I must have been his favorite target. He was as kind a man as...
A Year of Memories, Monday Memories
I was terrified when she turned around and I saw it wasn’t Mother—a lost three-year-old on one of the busiest sidewalks in one of the busiest cities in America. I broke into tears, and my screams attracted attention. I had been thrilled when Mother told me she’d take...
A Year of Memories, Farm life, Monday Memories
I was pretty good in the books, but I was never accused of having mechanical ability. I’d just graduated from high school and was working for our local Surge milking machine dealer, trying to earn a little money for college the next fall. Mostly, I serviced Surge...
A Year of Memories, Monday Memories, Real life characters
Throughout our family and her Ridgeway community, my Aunt Anne Paull was known for her beautiful and delicious angel food cakes. Someone contacted her before every family reunion, Thanksgiving dinner, or church supper to be sure that she’d remember to bring her...
