The New Year has started, and many of us have, by now, given up on our resolutions. Maybe it's time to look at our goals in a different way. Guest author, Stepper McCrery shares how doing family history can be compared to sticking to a diet.
Hanging on the wall of my kitchen is an old farmhouse phone. This phone used to hang on the wall of my grandparents home. Back in the day, this was high-tech stuff! When my great-grandfather had it put in, this was top of the line! Kind of makes you think, doesn't it?
Ah, Christmas! The decorations! The music! And most especially, the tastes! The tastes of Christmas hold some of my favorite memories.
Ah, summer! Popsicles, swimming pools, long, lazy days; just thinking about it makes me smile. There is one part of summer that I could do without, though... intense heat. I'm not talking about your run of the mill summer heat, but those days when the thermometer registers over 100 degrees. Those are the days I could do without... especially in my kitchen!
"Oh, what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green?
Do you fish in a stream, or lazily dream on the banks as the clouds go by?
Do you swim in a pool to keep yourself cool, or swing in a tree up high?
Do you march in parades, or drink lemonades, or count all the stars in the sky?
Is that what you do? So do I." - Dorothy S. Andersen
It took me many, many years to realize that my mother was more than just a "mom." For most of my childhood I took for granted that she was a MOM, with all that word entails. She was my class's room mother, she made treats for me to take to school on my birthday, and she planned all our summer vacations. It never occured to me that there was more to her than that!
Years ago I inherited some Panorama Sugar Eggs made by my mother. I remember them proudly displayed in my childhood home every Easter. I was thrilled to have them for my own home, where my kids could see them, and have a tangible reminder of their grandmother. Nice theory, right? And it worked, too, until last year when my 13 year old son brought a baseball bat into the house.
Shantel Park shares with us her family's Easter tradition. She shows us that a tradition that started out pretty rocky, can make an amazing family memory!
For many of us, St. Patrick's Day is a day to dress up in green and get our "Irish" on! But how many of us really know the story behind the saint?
St. Patrick's Day has always been one of my favorite days of the year. An entire day for me to show my pride in my Irish heritage! What a great thing! My mother thought so, too. She would go all out every March 17th. Shamrocks decorated our windows, pots of "gold" coins were scattered throughout the house, and we always had a special meal to end the day.