Rememberances
Not Enough Words
Perhaps not enough words or maybe not the right words, exists to explain what is in my heart and on my mind. Last Friday, Norine, our landlady and next door neighbor called with very distressing news. She said that she had just received a call from a sheriff in Montana that Dale, her husband, had … Continue reading
A Belated Post
It was quite possibly the Lutefiskiest time we have had so far. Last year the groaning board groaned a little harder than it did this year. For some reason we just couldn’t get to all the geletiny things that Bet and I did last year. And I believe that I had more pickley things and … Continue reading
Tag? I’m It? Family Secrets? Not No More!
Kathy tagged me and I believe that I am to tell five things you do not know about me. Which could be very different from telling five things you might not know which then could be an extremely short list – five things to be exact. But I am going with the first interpretation only … Continue reading
Okay, I’m Finally Sitting Down, Are You?
I really do not know where to begin. I have spent a great deal of time reading many blogs, catching up with “home”. This camping trip was a very good one, the best yet. In spite of rain, snow while picking huckleberries and tears on the mountainside while I thought of my parents. I miss … Continue reading
Sunday Drive
I remember Sunday drives. Some of the time we would still be in our church clothes, although us girls could take our hats and gloves off. If Dad had a long drive planned, we would go home first and change. In the early years that was an easy do because we were only blocks from … Continue reading
Yee Hah!
Hi We’re here at the Roy Rodeo. They hold two a year Memorial Dayand Labor Day The Lariat’s get us startedWith lots of flags, princessesfrom other rodeosand the National Anthem We’re introduced to thepick up guys.Wonder if their wives likethem being called that? My favorite was the Buckskin of course. Ain’t ‘e pretty? The bareback … Continue reading
Smell That
These all smelled delicious. I wanted to bury my face in them and not leave. The images that the perfume of lilacs spring back to me are precious scenes of walking with armloads of lilacs to my school to place around the statue of Mary. Very fond memories, very inspiring times. I know for most … Continue reading
