These are my thoughts on becoming 67. Maybe they will save someone all the time I spent finally realizing what matters in life.
The story of my homemade violin, and how it encouraged dreams of uplifting others through all kinds of music, including my own compositions.
In honor or our family, especially my father, ancestral family details researched all due to a vivid dream I had about dad. What I learned was amazing.
The advertisements on the pages of comic books may seem innocuous, but they can lull a boy into real strife.
this article is based on a true story. It is about overdosed heroin addict, and the affects it had on her family, roommates, and medical staff as they struggle to save her life, and life support
Watching a Fireworks Display is an exhilarating experience, but handling fireworks can be dangerous - as a child I discovered this.
Cooking my first Thanksgiving dinner was not supposed to be a disaster, nor was it supposed to be funny. It ended up being both. But all good plans can go awry...
The true story of the power of prayer, the importance of Faith in our lives, and how it transformed my life.
This Irish family immigrated to Australia in 1967 on the Castel Felice as £10 Poms. These are the memories of my father who was a railway worker on the London Underground and then immigrated to Australia and worked for the South Australian Railways.
One of the Wassailing traditions is to toast the apple trees and scare away any blight lurking in the orchards. I headed to Worcestershire, England, to take part in a traditional orchard wassail.
In the summer of 2012, Wolf Spiders declared war on my family with a sneak attack on my oldest son while he was working in the yard clearing brush. While the war has been waged on a low scale with few active engagements in the years since, this summer the Wolf Spiders have stepped up their offensive
This is a small window into the lives of my paternal great-grandparents as they started their life together in Ontario, Canada at the tail end of an unimagined cholera pandemic. They were caught up in this horror, both as part of the medical profession and as parents of a victim of cholera.
Sweet Sadie, an Italian Greyhound, found her way to me in spite of my resistance. This is the story of our amazing experience with animal rescue.
My college room-mate lost her mother shortly before Christmas in 1985. I remember the tearful phone call asking if I'd seen the news, requesting that I not talk to any media...and then begging me to come to her mother's home in Connecticut because...
The story of the Oscar Coleman Cooler follows a span of over 30 years of highs and lows. Oscar goes off to college, to concerts and other adventures. Follow this Coleman Cooler's journey through life.
Memories of my grandmother and her family living in Dublin during the Irish War of Independence. What did the black and tans do to the Irish people? The Black and Tans atrocities and auxiliaries in 1920's Ireland.
I became a woman in the 1960s. By the age of 25 I was one of the rarities for the time in that I was divorced and had two young sons to raise. Divorce was very much frowned upon. Women were suppose to marry and stay married, no matter what. No...
Alex investigates a European country during a time of political turmoil. He summarizes some of the interesting notes of his visit in 2014.
The United States Army gave me a lifetime of experience and training. I enlisted when I was 24 years old, and my life was forever changed. Looking back on life, I am grateful for it all. The Doxology is a fitting expression of praise: "Praise God from Whom All Blessings Flow..."
In the 1940s and early 50s we were brought up and disciplined quite differently to the way that most children are today. This hub allows you to take a peek at how one working class mum did it.
Have you ever thought about quitting your day job and seeking out paradise? That's exactly what I did.
More than 30 years ago, I came close to participating in the National Spelling Bee in Washington, D.C... but my skills betrayed me at the worst possible time.
My mother-in-law was a shining example of unconditional love and acceptance. This is my tribute to her.
End of life for a loved one is a traumatic event. Losing someone that we care about is heartbreaking, yet celebrating their life doesn't have to be sad nor expensive.
This article is about my mom and dad surviving World War II with three kids and sheltering Jewish people in their home. Swapping Dad's paintings for some potatoes. It wasn't easy, but we all survived.
Family history of the times in Wisconsin when my mother was a child growing up in the 1920s and beyond. See many photos plus a video.
Ann Street, Greenock, 1967 McLean Museum - Eugene Mehat My mother grew up in Greenock, Scotland. She was born there, at The Rankin Hospital, and lived in the town until she was nineteen years old. She still remembers the exact addresses she lived at...
When my children were small, we often visited their Grandpa in Arkansas. We took those fun times for granted, but looking back, they were some of our very best times. Arriving after a long drive to a fabulous dinner of chuck roast, black-eyed peas, squash, and corn bread is not something to be taken for granted!
My father's older brother, Uncle Augie, was always my favorite uncle. In addition to sharing a passion for baseball, my uncle tried to teach me golf and enjoyed talking about the Milwaukee Braves. While living on the farm, I always looked forward to Uncle Augie's visits.
Death is a topic that brings us face to face with our own mortality. Losing a loved one unexpectedly is especially troubling. This is a memorial for a precious nephew.
A woman's character is reflected in her holiday cooking. Mother was a unique lady, a first generation American. Her pioneer spirit definitely showed in her fruitcake--the world's best!
As Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba says, the dreams in which He appears are real. The time taken for them to happen in reality varies from case to case. Here is an experience of a dream which manifested itself in months. Also follows a brief on what one should do when one gets a dream of Swami.
"Forever Special" is the title of the poem dedicated to the memory of this aunt who modeled the New Testament women Mary, Martha, Eunice and Lois to her nieces and nephews.
Linda Palucci lost her husband, Gene, to a brain tumor and cancer on March 21, 1992. She kept a diary during those trying days and shares her feelings in her book titled "Out of the Slippery Pit."
Mary Wilson was an American woman married to a Japanese man. They met in New York City in the early 1960s and started a family there.They embarked on an adventure which ended in Tokyo, Japan, Mary`s husband`s hometown.
On January 01, 2019 my son lost the battle with cancer. He was only 48, loved the outdoors, and had his own thoughts about making his life good. He did not live by anyone's standards but his own. He was happy with a fishing pole sitting in his boat and he always prepared his meals from his catch.
A look back at the 1930s at some of the experiences of my grandparents, Frank and Ivy Trigg, who were bringing up two young children (my mum Audrey and my uncle, Ken) in Hunslet, Leeds, UK.
The sad story of a family secret, a family tragedy. I searched for the whereabouts of my aunt Rose. She had not been seen for many years. This is the first of two hubs on my pages, regarding the search and eventual closure of a tragic and painful life. Please see hub No 2 for the follow up.
This is part 1 of my experience meeting Bobby Sherman as an adult during the Teen Idols Tour in 1998. Also included is a You Tube video of Bobby Sherman singing "Julie Do Ya Love Me"
If you or your mom or grandmother knows about Cat Head Biscuits, you are all blessed. My mom made Cat Head Biscuits and was very blessed.
An assortment of funny, interesting, and straight-up weird midnight encounters I have experienced around Hachioji, a city in Western Tokyo brimming with city people and country people.
My elderly mum has recalled her childhood memories of going to church for bell ringing practice with her father in the 1930s. My grandad, Frank Trigg, enjoyed the hobby for many years.
You didn't want to move. I sat there all day with your head in my lap, gently rubbing your snout, my arm over your tired body. I knew it was time. So did you.
The kindness of one elderly man changed my life and made me feel worthy. The stories of his wife reminded me that people face tragedy and loss silently. I learned about kindness changed me forever.
Who isn't full of memories? I have my share and these are of a time when my children were young and life was wonderful.
The railroad brought me into Huntington, WV in 1976. A train did not actucally bring me but my dad worked for The Chessie System and he was transferred from Cumberland, Maryland to Huntington, WV. He began to work at the old OH Building where the DMV is now on Madison Avenue. The following is some of my memories of Huntington. I have collected pictures of Huntington through the years and some blogs I have written about some of my favorite memories of Huntington and some of my favorite stories
This is a continuing series of one Baby Boomer's life as she grew up through the social and political times of mid-twentieth century until the present.
Finally, the unvarnished truth about Abitibi Canyon and it's residents! Were the Canyonites really tough? Were the curling rocks rigged? The truth is revealed in this explosive article!
This is an account of my cats, which were many. Their stories were not all happy ones, but their lives were.
As a young person, my family moved many times and each time I learned something very significant. Here are my lessons learned.
Learn about Stir Up Sunday and our family traditions in a working class home involved around the making of Christmas cake and Christmas pudding in the 1940s and 50s
From the '70s to now I have moved maybe a dozen times, each time I learned a new valuable lesson. These are some of our moves and lessons I learned.
There is a song that reminds me of my mother. The song that usually makes me cry hopelessly, every time I hear it on the radio. I have it on my iTunes playlist and as I scroll past the song title, I hesitate to click , knowing very well I am going to be heavy with grief, choked with emotion and generally make a spectacle of myself.
Over the years I slowly realised what a treasure I and my siblings had. She was so different from other mothers. I now know that much of this stemmed from the fact that she and Henry were essentially Europeans. They had subtle but sophisticated tastes which .....
My life with a schizophrenic. He was also diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), the new way to say multiple personalities. We were together 5 years.
I gave birth and for the first time in my life I have consciously realized, with my whole being, that I have a mother too. And I needed her, I needed her more than anything. But she wasn't there.
Gathering information about early Kansas photographers to help people determine a date for an old picture they have.
Christmas can be a magical time of year. It can also be challenging, particularly in case of serious illness or the passing of a loved one. Here are my thoughts on finding peace during the holidays.
A little tribute to my mother.. she passed on from this world on the 30th of July 2012. It has been difficult to write this ...the pain is still fresh... She was a great lady.. a wonderful woman.
Learn about Alcazar the horse; what my grandfather's WW1 war pilot buddy was doing in Frisco, TX; handwritten letters and what people do with cigar boxes today.
Imagine the possibilities in your family history that brings amazing connections to your present. I highly recommend www.ancestry.com and www.23andme.com
The first of December, my dear mother's birthday. It will always be one of my most special days as it has been since I was a child and worked for whatever I could get to always have a present for her.
Growing up with very little relationship, it is still hard as an adult to hear others explain the man my father was to them- when I still am at odds with what his absence did to me
This is a first hand account of what it was like getting ready for Christmas in a working class home in the 1940s and 50s
It was a privilege to share his journey. That is reason for gratitude, not regret. What is clear to me right now is that reopening the door that time has closed is reopening the door to nowhere.
See vintage needle containers and men's underwear buttons put to good use along with other handiwork by my grandmother in this post.
As I approach the big "70," turning 69 this March, dealing with change has become the biggest challenge in my life. Not knowing what surprises and
Come join us to relive teenage memories of a husband from New Orleans and a wife from North Louisiana featuring old photos and their favorite songs, activities and places from the 1950's and 60's.
With these short snippets from her life, Jeaninne Escallier Kato hopes to give the readers a taste of social and political America from the mid-twentieth century until the present.
These are my memories of Granite Mountain hospital, owned and operated by Samuel Presley Junkin, my grandfather.
It has been a year since I saw you lying in the centre of the room, surrounded by wailing relatives and distressed mourners.
My dad served in the Home Guard in World War II Britain before joining the Royal Air Force. He manned antiaircraft rockets when the German bombers raided Birmingham and later guarded German POWs.
One wouldn’t typically think his or her hair color would determine many aspects of his or her life. However, if you are born with red hair it is the norm.
Is it fair to love your first grandchild most? I think not. It's not fair to the other grandchildren that Grandchild Number One got a headstart on your heart.
Alex goes upwards, through Maryland, Pennsylvania, New York state, and onward until he arrives in Ontario, Canada. He recounts many amazing experiences on his trek to the quasi-northern lands!
Taxi driving was a great adventure. Never a boring day but I had an experience that I will never forget. My story.
Artist, Linda Wages, acquired a God-inspired talent during her later adult years. Her drawings are examples of how our early experiences generate expressions of beauty later in life.
This is a continuing series from a Baby Boomer who highlights her life via the social and political trends of mid-century America to the present.
Feral cats make wonderful outdoor pets. This is the story of Frankie, who's lived in my backyard for many years. She has an irritable disposition and still spits at the ones who feed her, but we love our wild girl who rode out Hurricane Katrina and survived raccoons, dogs, and other cats invading her domain
If you lived prior to, during, or after the Vietnam Conflict, you should appreciate this hub. Even if you registered for the Draft and didn't go, you will get a kick from this. I promise.
When I was a little girl, my mother got polio. I stayed with my grandparents in their old Victorian home. My grandmother was not good with children but we made a connection with old keepsakes.
Below is a copy of the eulogy that I gave at my grandfather's funeral in June 2009. It was difficult for me to go in front of hundreds of people and say these words at such a sad time, but I felt that it was something I owed him and a testament to...
Christmas in Australia in 1967 as Irish immigrants. Migration Memories of living in Australia as a 10 year old child. Why did the irish immigrate to australia? We immigrated to Australia with the £10 assisted passage scheme.
With the passing of each aunt, there appears another empty seat in our theater. We shift our gaze to the next till the last aunt leaves, and we can only look toward the memories of love and support.
I believed that nothing could compare to the mountains in Denver, especially Estes Park. In 2007, Joe and I took at trip to the Canadian Rockies. They are Denver times ten. Not only the mountains but Lake Louise, the wildlife, the birds, all of it made for a marvelous and awe-inspiring trip.
Thirteen years ago this June, we discovered that the feral cat that had taken up residence in our backyard was not a he, but a she. So we named her Frankie instead of Frank. She had a litter of six kittens under a sheet of plywood that was leaning...
Al Capp could have modeled Sadie Hawkins after my grandmother. Was grandfather a flabbergasted victim or did he intentionally play right into her pretty little hands? This is a true story.
Jimmy Jean offers classes for small groups in the North Dordogne, South Charente regions of France. He wants his students to speak the language in the vernacular.
We arrived here in Arkansas July 3rd. It is halfway through our trip. The days are drifting by and nature is healing us both of worries and sorrow.
Like my father said, “Life is short. We have to be ready and know how it is to be with God when we pass away. That’s because we will never know when it will happen. It could happen tonight, tomorrow, next week, next month—it will happen.” Life goes so fast…
In this series, the author shares her life as a Baby Boomer, with special attention to the social and political trends of the mid-twentieth century until present day.
A fascinating first hand account of working class life in 1940s and 50's which give you a real insight into a lifestyle that has all but disappeared. This article is full of the kind of things that never make it into the history books and allows you to take a peek into what it was like to live in Britain in a working class area as a working class family. See how your granny lived!
When our bodies, our emotions, our guts speak to us, listening is the most important and smartest thing we can do.
I was born at the beginning of the New Year in 1973. Suddenly, it seems like a very, very long time ago. Age does have a certain habit of creeping up on you in a way you thought it never would, teasing you with long days of eternal youth before one...
I was too shy to ask the librarian where the children’s books were located, so the first books I read were adult novels & poems located in the perfect spot for the extremely bashful— near the exit.
To ward off the flu virus and, other diseases people used folk medicine remedies, medicine bags called 'Asphidity' bags (that is what my Aunt Hattie called her bag) worn pinned to her under garments.
I love Thanksgiving, but it always brings back the memory of the 60's and how so many of our boys were sent to Vietnam. This is the story of my brother. My older and loved brother. My only brother!
In this article, I reflect on meaningful memories of past Christmas. Relive my memories of Christmas as a boy, young man, father, and an older man. Read how I have played Santa Claus three times in my life.
Give the gift of yourself this Mother's Day. Our Grandmothers and Great Grandmothers needs to see our smiles. They need to know that we still care for them. All they want is to have their family time.
A 23 year- old gold seeker arrived in San Francisco from Massachusetts in 1854. His observations and opinions of the California Gold Rush are recorded in well preserved letters.
This article provides a first-person biography of artist Arco Tung-Sol, who lived from 1937 to 2003 and produced numerous impressive works of art. Many photos of his artwork are offered as well.
Betsy Terrell was with Poppa Neutrino for many of his amazing adventures. This includes performing as a street musician worldwide, crossing the Atlantic Ocean in a raft and more.
The Year - 1967. The Scene - A Nightmare in the country. The Outcome - Survival of a teen's worst fears.
My great-grandma had a fascinating life which brought her from Austria to central Wisconsin. In this article, I first recall my little grandma's challenges before marriage and then examine her life as a mother and early widow.
My grandmother was the model of applied wisdom for a theology major doing his post graduate studies in wisdom literature. She was a character profile of age and wisdom to family members and others.
My Dad, who was an artist, served in the Dutch Army during the Indonesian Independance War from 1946-1949 . He never told us about this war, but we got an impression through his drawings.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, not because of personal memories, but because of wonderful stories I read in books. Here, I tell how I took the courage to create memories of my own.
Death. The longer we live, the more of it we see. What does it take to watch loved ones pass on? What gives meaning in the midst dying? This essay is based on the courage and experiences of my mother.
My son is a man of character, heart, wit, love, and pure tenderness. My wish for him is that he portrays these attributes to those around him. On his Birthday, I wrote this to convey my love to him.
In retrospect it wasn't that boring, it's like looking the wrong way through a pair of second-hand binoculars. Bear with me as you trawl down through the years from pre-history to when I wrote this... This ain't yer usual 'Solomon Grundy' story, it's not over yet. Still waiting for the fat lady...
The 90s were a different time during the infamous 'Black Friday'. Alexis takes a look back on the earlier days of Black Friday and reflects on what it has become.
These are my reflections at the age of 66. It seems that suddenly I'm old: not ancient, but old. And it's okay. There is definitely good to be found with age, at least from my perspective.
Life sometimes wears on us, and we all find different ways to regain that spark. For me at times, it was through my relationships with special women.
Angelica Hairston was born to play the harp, but the young African American musician is striving for a higher goal by challenging the stats to empower classical artists of color.
I was born on the third day in the month of April, on the year of the snake,1965. I'm the fourth child in the family of 7 children that consist of 4 male and 3 female. I don't remember much during the early years of my infant life as I never heard...
"I grew up in rural Arkansas on Route 4. That road is now called Dixon Road. Our house was across the street from Primrose Methodist Church and a few houses down from Granite Mountain Hospital, operated by Dr. Samuel P. Junkin, my grandfather. When...
Ronald Stone was my uncle. He was also a bomber pilot in world war 2. We knew what happened to him. Or so we thought. Until we found this shocking secret!
You've raised your children, nurtured their friends and built a life in your home. Now it's time to sell and move on. As difficult as it is to begin again, the joy of reliving the memories brings forth a sense of peace.
After a particularly difficult winter, when April Fools Day came around I felt that laughter was the only thing to cure my depression. A good practical joke is worth a million dollars worth of therapy.
As a child I was born and raised in a military family; with my father serving in the United States Air Force for over 20 years before retiring. The military dependant life sometimes was not the greatest due to all the relocating that you would have...
Memories from the War to End All Wars still linger, nearly one hundred years after it began. Travelling through France and Belgium it is impossible not to be touched by the horrors which are still visible in the landscape.
I love being a Dad to my two kids. I first wrote this just after the birth of my Daughter as an homage to how I felt.
Contrary to opinion, spirituality is not about a belief in something. Nor is it a ritual of particular tasks. It is an inner entry into a very deep part of yourself where you connect with core-life...
In this article, I recall special times with mom and dad. My memories include family activities, summer visits back home to Wisconsin, and traveling together over the years.
My great uncle Copeland Charles Burg wrote stories about his life in Livingston, Montana in the early 20th century. I would like to share one of his stories.
I was 11. I had hair that would not lay down. Then I watched my dad use a brand name men's hair oil and that I thought was the answer.
A Christmas shopper's dilemma: should you brave the inclement British weather or stay home and shop online? The supposed arrival of the end of the world on 22nd Dec 2012 added to all the fun!
Local residents' memories of rationing in Stoneybatter Dublin 7 Ireland during World War Two. Memories of The Emergency during WW2. The Glimmerman, bomb shelters, bombs in the Strand and Phoenix Park in Dublin by German planes.
An 80 year old shares his memories of 1930s and 1940s school days in Chelsea, Kansas. The town of Chelsea is long gone from the map, but his memories keep that time alive for us.
My parents were two of the most generous people you could ever hope to meet. During their lives, mom and dad sacrificed so much for the well-being of me and four other siblings. This article recalls how generous my parents really were.
Someone was actually paying me to drive them around Downtown Dallas in a brand new Cadillac. What could possibly go wrong?
There isn't a day that goes by when I don't have a depressive thought. But I know he is there for me no matter what.
Alex delves deep into details about his southern travels in the United States. He summarizes, with photographs and video, his trips to the south in 2014 and in 2017.
The story of Camp Howze in Gainesville, Texas and the 334th Infantry Regiment during World War 2. Camp Howze trained 10,000 plus personnel per month and later became a German prisoner of war camp.
As the last of the shops on Belmont and Clark closed up shop to make way for a Super Target, I knew the city where I spent so much of my childhood stopped being the background for my dreams.
The story of how an elderly stray cat, who had never lived indoors his entire life, befriended a timid young rescue dog and how their enduring friendship defied the odds to last a lifetime.
That son referred to in this happy exchange later became my husband. Some family history during WWII included plus photos.
This is a story of accidental sibling death told years after the event. My 2 1/2- year-old sister drowned while I was looking after her and my two other siblings.
How do we look back on things in our life that stand out. The way we treated people who are no longer with us? Is is with regret or can we truly say we did the best we knew how?
Mum grew up during the Second World War and went on to marry and have two children herself. Now 85 years old, she has a great knowledge of life and her wisdom has helped me take on many challenges.
This article attempts to understand the background of my paternal grandfather, Charles August Kuehn. From the beginning as a twin brother in a big German immigrant family in Milwaukee in 1885, I trace my grandfather's life as a boy and man in both Door County and the Greenfield area of Milwaukee.
I worried I would not be a “Good Aunt” and of being possessive of them--- as I loved them so much. But they were possessive of me. What goes around comes around again to love you for life.
My Grandma is a games person and she loved to play with her grandchildren. A story of how we played Scrabble, no matter what. We played Scrabble while driving and Scrabble even as my Grandma started to lose her sight. Scrabble fans will definitely appreciate this article about diehard devotion to Scrabble.
Definitely looks like the product of a nuclear waste spill, doesn't it? When I was growing up, nothing was more fun than catching critters and keeping them as pets. There was a lot of fun to be had collecting ants and putting them in a jar...
This hub tackles the reputation of Latin prayers in this modern world. This tells about a true account of a soldier in relation to life and the power of prayer.
This article relates the story of my first exposure to the stewardess career field and the details of training at "Stew School."
This is the story of a pretty much mundane trip to Arkansas that turned into quite an adventure. For one day, I was a hero (not a heroine; the word doesn't resonate) in at least my own eyes and those of one other person. It was a mystical day of karma or kindness or maybe just love. It was the beginning of a long journey for me of looking for and finding joy in unexpected places.
Decades after being bullied on the playground, I am finding through therapy the hold over from childhood trauma is still effecting my relationships with people as an adult
We love and cherish our mothers. We wish they would live forever, but the day comes when we must say goodbye and that day will forever be etched in our minds. At least this is my story...
A young mother with two small children moves into a new home, little does she know the terror that awaits her family.
She was someone in my life who made everything better just by listening and now she's gone. For the first time in a long time I realize again how precious life is and that time is a priceless gift.
This story of incest is written from the perspective of a child born as a result of incest. Today I doubt that a twelve-year-old girl would have gone full term but this was the 1940’s.
Ah, it comes to me now, he is the only fatherly man who spent time with me as a young girl. He always encouraged me, so few did. Perhaps, that is why I am visiting him.
Edith Piaf was known as "The Little Sparrow." I wrote a biographical poem to honor Piaf and her talent and to tell a little about her success and, also, her sadness.
Among three generations of women, she was the first to become a young bride, establish a family complete with husband and wife, and bear her children within her marriage. She was a desirable role model.
Experiencing a major hurricane should be a once in a lifetime experience. You emerge from it wiser and more mature and your perspective on life can never be the same again.
I'm fascinated with the occult, the different, the unimaginable. I believe there is more to life than skin and bone, than what our eyes see and our ears hear.
Emigrating to Australia in 1967: My mother tells us her memories of living and working in Australia in the 1960's. She immigrated with her husband and five young children as £10 Poms. Migration Memories on board the Ship Castel Felice.
Sergeant Georgina Stone joined the Airforce in World War 2. But that didn't stop her getting caught up in hilarious pranks! Includes being chased by a Spitfire, losing her dignity and her skirt while putting on a parachute, knocking out a ghost and last but not least getting cosy with a King! Just another day in the life of my mother the WAAF!
a nostalgic essay reflecting life in the '50s and how a mother's songs and poetry powerfully shaped her daughter's views of ethics and morals.
The life of the late Walker Carter was recently featured in a powerful mini-documentary. His vibrant life was presented as an excellent example of how a person should attempt to live their life. Walker was an endearing husband, father, spiritual man, friend, brother, son and a beloved person.
I was working as a television journalist when I met this strange man. Vijaya Kumar. Most probably he was in his late 50-s. He was the ex-owner of a tile factory in the suburbs of Calicut, a coastal town in North Kerala. He was also drawing a monthly salary same as a worker of the factory.
Trish Burr is the epitome of the well-known phrase, 'Practice Makes Perfect'. Her delicately embroidered birds, flowers and portraits are in a class all their own. Have a look at some of these gorgeous three-dimensional works of art. Our grandmothers did some lovely embroideries but they were nothing like this.
"This is the first time you really will be cold," My cousin warned. Old Man Winter grabbed, stung, scorched and iced me all at once. Later, I thought the view compensated for the horrendous hug.
Anything is game, bugs, worms, paper, rugs, my Min Pin eats it! For such a small dog he sure does have an appetite.Life with my Min Pin who eats everything is an adventure.
Were you a part of the Civil Rights demonstrations? Or were you on the sidelines supporting them? Either way, you felt what was at stake.
Memories of my grandparents during the Irish War of Independence in Dublin and Balbriggan. First hand account of the atrocities committed by the Black and Tan raids in Ireland in 1921. When was the War of Independence in Ireland?