A Mother's Day reflection of our sweet mother who is loosening the grip that tethers her as our earthly umbrella of protection. Oh, my sweet Mama, hold tight to your umbrella for a wee bit longer. But when it is time for our Mary Poppins to fly, enjoy that flight back home!
Beatrice who is three years younger is my eldest sister. In this article, I first recall my memories of Bea when we lived in the city 1947-53. I then remember Bea when we were growing up on farms 1954-66. Finally, I reflect on my relationship with Bea and her family from 1971 through the present.
This is an article - of course it is! One I have been wanting to write for a long time! Its just about my mother: her nature, her qualities. My mother was just like any mother- but to me the epitome of all that a human being could aspire to! This article is a tribute to her humanity!
To understand what it felt like as the COVID-19 coronavirus pandemic unfolded and what life was like during the pandemic, I am providing my own firsthand account of what the pandemic felt like to me as this rare and unsettling event enveloped the world and affected my life.
This article recalls significant birthday celebrations. Highlighted are my 46th birthday bash in Taiwan, my 50th birthday in Philadelphia, and my 66th birthday party in Thailand. My birthday celebrations with family members are also described.
This is a true story about finding Spanish treasure in the Bahamas.
This is part one of a true story about hunting for Spanish treasure and salvage diving in the Bahamas.
Denis Lennon and Mary Mullin were a young couple from Ireland. They both died when the Titanic sank in 1912. They were third class passengers and had pretended to be brother and sister, using the names Denis and Mary Lennon on their ticket.
I feel like this is the ending of an era as I lose yet another member of this beloved family and a sense of home. Yet, while I am sustained by our shared 40+ year history of precious memories, my heart still aches with the passing of these two matriarchs.
Two descendants of the noted North Carolina Gaston family were killed at the Battle of Antietam. This is the story of one of them -- Lt. Hugh Jones Gaston, CSA, 48th North Carolina Regiment.
I attended Burlington High School in Wisconsin in the late 1950s and early 1960s. This article recalls my classes, classmates, teachers, and friends during my freshman year. I also remember being on the football team and other school activities
Do you have objects passed down to you from parents or other family? What memories do they hold? There is so much history buried in an object, so many tangible memories. These objects were my father's; for me, they evoke feelings of pride, protection and humour. I invite you to take a peek.
A son and a dad build a robot for school; hidden skills and using unusual materials help build a robot whose "eye" is a flashlight bulb, and becomes the animated mouth of a robot puppet. An excellent activity for parents wishing to teach their children about, art, science fiction and engineering.
A patchwork cushion is often created from off-cuts of all sorts of fabrics. Come with me on a historical journey as we look at such a cushion made by my mother, and the memories it recalls.
2020 was a year. Painful, full of problems we have never encountered. We also lost a great deal of famous people during the year, but who was the most influential? Who was it that did something that touched the most lives, did the most for the masses? Here are my thoughts on my choice.
Inherited family objects can evoke memories of people, time and places. They have their own history too, often intriguing. I'd like to show you some of my inherited objects; this time, a cribbage board and unusually connected pieces.
During the 1950s and 60s, I lived on a farm in Wisconsin with four siblings. Although our family was poor in the late 50s and up until the mid-60s, we still had wonderful Christmases. In this article, my younger sister and I reminisce about Christmases in the 1960s.
Objects handed down from grandparents to parents to children often come with stories, with connections to so much history. Have a little peek at my family through some of my possessions, starting with a metronome.
Have you ever felt like a loner or like the world is full of people who are different from you? Well, I do. Hi, My name is Miranda. I am a blind individual who has endured great trials and encountered many challenges. This is my story. My story has challenged and grown my faith.
After his graduation from one of the universities in Kenya, Ken was employed in a certain school found in Garissa County, Kenya. He had barely worked there for two years when he was kidnapped by the radicalized group, Al - Shabaab. He happened to narrate to me the terrible ordeal.
This is a brief memoir of childhood days in Papillion, Nebraska, where I lived for a short time as a youngster. It's a response to Billybuc's writing challenge posted back in the third week of September 2020.