Sunday, July 13, 2014

Education & Family

Saturday, July 2, 2011

As a farewell gift from some friends in South Carolina, we received a basket of goodies. Many of the items were things that we'd have a hard time finding in Florida – good pimento cheese, red pepper jelly, benne wafers, and locally made salad dressings. Among the items was a grocery bag set.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

We often buy food from Omaha Steaks. The quality is good and it's so easy – the package arrives right at your door. The Styrofoam container has dry ice inside to protect the items. In all the years we have been dealing with Omaha Steaks, we have never been disappointed with them.

Now that the commercial is over, you might be asking why I am writing about this company. Well, they do something special inside each box. They send us 'discussion' questions so that – while we are eating their fabulous food – we have something to talk about. They truly are a full-service group.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

The last time I went to our daughter's home to baby-sit, I sat on the enclosed porch with Colton and watched his favorite video. While I was sitting there, I started staring at the game shelf. There are well over 100 games there.

Many of the games are new, but some of them were mine when I was a youngster. Some were Jen's, some were Fred's (Jen's husband), some were my husband's, and the rest have been accumulated during the childhoods of the four grandkids.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Recently, I wrote a column about a little boy (about 9 or 10 years old) who was alone at the movies – an "R" rated film. I asked my readers to let me know if I have a generation gap with today's parents because I felt that the boy's parents were wrong to let him sit in that theater alone. (Actually, I felt that he should not have been allowed anywhere near that theater – either alone or with parents – because the movie was too emotionally disturbing).

Saturday, June 4, 2011

It was 4 a.m. when the phone rang and an emergency room doctor told me that my Dad had been killed in an automobile accident. That was on March 24, 1968. The memories of that frightful night still reside in my head. Whenever the phone rings at an odd hour, my skin breaks out in goose bumps. When I ride in a car, I am usually a nervous passenger.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Okay, I admit it. I am enthralled by the "Housewives" shows on Bravo channel. My husband is appalled that I, an educator with a Ph.D., can watch such trivial TV fare.

I, on the other hand, enjoy getting a peek into the lives of those women. Surely, they know that the camera is running. All of the drama is scripted. But, there is still a kernel of truth in the shows. Plus, I'd much rather watch the fluff of the "Housewives" than the depressing news channels.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

My husband and I do not get to the movie theater often. When we take the time to go, we try to make sure that it is to see a movie that both of us will enjoy. 99% of the time, the audience surrounding us is made up of adults. We seldom attend children's movies – unless our grandchildren are visiting.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

In the past week, I celebrated my 71st birthday and Mother's Day. Accordingly, I received quite a few cards.

As I read the cards, it dawned on me that I had better live up to the sentiments that were expressed. When people have a vision of you and they look hard to find a card that describes that vision, they mean what the words say.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Do you know the song "Toyland?" One of the lines from that song remains with me – "Once you pass its borders, you can never return again." It is a reference to the joys of childhood – the magic, the wonder, the imagination, and the carefree attitude.

So true – once we leave childhood, the pressures of the world set in and we lose a lot of our innocent happiness.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

A little friend of mine from the library stopped me to have a hug. Ever since I left the position of Children's Librarian, I have been running into kids who knew me as "Miss Ginny." They stop me in the grocery store, at the beach, in Brookgreen Gardens, on the street in Georgetown, at Wal-Mart – just about everywhere. Whenever we visit South Carolina, I can count on seeing a few of my former library friends.