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Education & Family

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Over Memorial Day weekend, television had a lot of military movies. We enjoy watching those, especially the ones that show the events during World War II.

One of my favorite World War II movies is "The Dirty Dozen." That film makes me laugh out loud. It is the story of a bunch of misfits who are challenged to complete a perilous activity. These men are all prisoners and charged with various crimes. If they complete their task, they will be pardoned.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

During one of my stints as a volunteer at our development's library, I noticed a small book on the shelf. The title is "I'm Too Young to Be Seventy," and it was written by Judith Viorst.

Of course, I took the book home and read it in less than an hour. I laughed at some of the author's lines, but most of the time I felt a sadness.

Life is precious, and short. Judith Viorst knows that. She captures the wistfulness of old age watching life go by in a heartbeat.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Our granddaughter Kiele, 17, is ending her junior year of high school. She wants to attend college and has plans to enter the medical field.

In preparation for her college enrollment, her parents have arranged for her to visit colleges and universities recently. Her visit to Duke was an eye-opener. She couldn't believe how beautiful the campus was and how expensive the tuition is.

Saturday, May 10, 2014

There, I've said it. I am a control freak.

We were having a nice dinner for my 74th birthday. I was surrounded by family. The food was good and everyone was in a happy mood.

Then, my grandson and my husband started talking about a football player who escaped being charged with a crime. They had opposing views of the situation. I gently kicked my husband's shin under the table. It was supposed to be a simple signal to change conversation topics.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

When her young son came home from school with a black eye, the mother asked him what had happened. He told her that one of the boys at recess had punched him.

She told her son that maybe he should try to make friends with the roughneck. She made some chocolate chip cookies, gave her son an extra bag, and told him to share them with the boy who had punched him.

That afternoon, her son came home with the other eye blackened. "What happened?" asked the mother. "He wanted my cookies, too," said her son.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Every week before Easter, we buy a dozen small eggs. Then, on Good Friday, we spend time boiling them in the morning and coloring them in the afternoon.

This tradition has been in our family for many years. Our mom believed that between noon and 3 p.m. on Good Friday, children should be quiet and reflect on the time that Jesus spent on the cross.

During those three hours, we were not allowed to play outside or inside. We couldn't play music or watch TV. We could read a book or color in a coloring book. That was about the extent of our allowed activity.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Now that our grandson Colton, 5, is in preschool four days a week, my daughter Jennifer and I can spend some quality time together. It has been many years since we could do that.

In the years previous to this, we could go shopping and out to lunch, but we always had at least one child with us. We had to pick child-friendly restaurants, and when we were in a store, one of us had to be on kid duty while the other one shopped.

Please don't think I am complaining, because my grandchildren are the world to me. But it is nice to have some time with just my daughter.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Being a retired senior citizen has its advantages. We no longer have to spend most of our mornings getting ready for work. Now we can have a leisurely breakfast, take time to read the entire morning paper, get dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and play a game of Scrabble.

Some may think that 7 a.m. is not the ideal time to play Scrabble. They would be wrong. It's the best time. Our brains are free and open and not yet filled with a day's thoughts.

It is much easier to think of good Scrabble words in the early morning. Trust me on that.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

When I was a young child, our family lived in an apartment on Race Street in Mauch Chunk. We lived on the third floor of the Times News building, next door to St. Mark's Episcopal Church.

The newspaper was the town's only paper, and its publisher was Mr. Boyle.

I loved our small, cozy apartment and I also learned to love the smell of printer's ink that wafted its way through the building from the presses downstairs. Sometimes Mr. Boyle would invite me to go into the pressroom to watch the paper being made. It was very exciting for a 4-year-old.

Saturday, March 8, 2014

The librarian was upset. She told me that she feared for her job. Her fear stemmed from the fact that the library's inventory was changing.

In the past, a librarian was needed to help the patrons find information and recommend books that fit a need. With the advent of the Internet, everything changed. Also, technological advances such as the e readers, DVDs, and audio books have taken the place of bound volumes.