Sunday, April 23, 2017

Education & Family

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Imagine that you are an invisible visitor in the homes of some people on the first day of the new school year. What might you hear and see?

ELEMENTARY TEACHER: (Dressing in a light-weight pants suit and packing up a box of teddy bears, Goldfish crackers, and an already-overstuffed planning book) – "I hope I have a good bunch of kids this year. Hope we get them all on the right bus at the end of the day. Did I remember to pack my tissues?"

Saturday, July 23, 2011

When I was a young girl, I kept a diary. Every year on my birthday, Mom and Dad would give me a new, leather-bound book that was especially designed to hold my innermost thoughts and feelings. It was crisp and beautiful and usually had a lock on it (which I didn't bother using) and beckoned me to "Write, write, write!"

In my diary, I kept an account of my life on a day-to-day basis. I kept a record of events that affected me. I also kept my feelings and thoughts and personal observations about the status of my world.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

No, that title doesn't mean that parents are "loco" or crazy in Spanish. In Latin, that term means "in the place of the parent." Most often, that term is applied to administrators and teachers in schools who care for children during the day.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

A friend and I were talking about life. She was complaining about all the trials and tribulations she was facing. She asked me "How do you manage to survive?"

My answer was simple. I had been thinking about that very topic for years. Having lived for 71 years, I have developed a few ideas about survival. I told her – "Just keep jumping."

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.