Friday, December 9, 2016

Linda's Letters

Saturday, June 29, 2013

"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players"...William Shakespeare's "As You Like It."

Last fall, my niece Abby and I were making cupcakes. As we were working in the kitchen I said, "We need a little music." Abby, who was 12 at the time, loves music and singing. She has a beautiful voice. She had performed in Towamensing Elementary's musicals since she was in fourth grade and sings in our church's choir.

"Have you ever heard the music from "The Phantom of the Opera?" I asked.

"No," was her reply.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Harry came home from work one day and asked me a very serious question: "So, are they locusts or cicadas?"

I guess I should be flattered that he thinks I'm a walking encyclopedia. Not.

"I don't know. Aren't they the same thing? I just thought cicada was like the Latin name for locust," I offered, thinking that sounded very intellectual of me.

"I don't think so. I called them locusts and Roger said they're not locusts, they're cicadas," he said.

To the Internet I go.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Father's Day is tomorrow. Sonora Smart Dodd of Spokane, Washington, initiated Father's Day in 1910 believing fathers deserved recognition, just like mothers did on Mother's Day. She felt very strongly about that because her father was a single parent who raised six children. It didn't become a permanent national day until President Richard Nixon signed it into law in 1972.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

By Linda Koehler

When flicking through the channels on TV, if I come across movies like "The Sand Lot," "The Natural," "Field of Dreams" or the old black and whites like "Angels in the Outfield," the flicking stops. I've seen them all several times, but I'm always a sucker for a good ballgame story.

Growing up in Kunkletown, backyard baseball and intense ballgames at recess were a big part of our lives. What was great about them was the boys let us girls play. That was a big deal in the 50s and 60s.

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Last night at painting class, one of the gals told us a little story. On Memorial Day she visited the cemetery where her mother, father and sister were buried. She worked on cleaning and weeding their grave sites and got emotional, shedding a few tears at how much she missed them.

When she went home, she opened a bag of potato chips and the first one she took out stunned her. Right smack in the center there was a hole in the shape of a cross.

"I took it as a sign from my family that they were all all right," said Terri.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

I've had this white wicker furniture for almost 25 years. It's been painted and repainted. Piece by piece, it's slowly disintegrated.

Last year, my mom was sitting on one of the chairs when the legs gave way and down she went! After the shock and realization that she was OK, we couldn't help but laugh at the expression on her face when she went down. (Yes I know, we're a caring lot.)

Of course we became suspicious of the other chair and when it was noted that it too looked like it was on its last leg, (pun intended) it joined its partner in the trash.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

When Becky was little, we were shopping in Sears one day. As any mom knows, shopping with young children can be challenging. On this shopping trip, my little stinker managed to unfasten the strap in her stroller. One minute she was sitting content in the stroller and the next, she was gone. Of course when I realized she was no longer confined safely, I went into panic mode. With my heart beating 100 mph, I looked around in all the aisles, calling her name, praying for a glimpse of her.

Of course I immdediately thought the worse. Someone had stolen her.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

You know how in a fairytale, the last line is "And they lived happily ever after?"

Well, I think every day we learn over and over, there is no "happily ever after."

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Ahhhhh ... choo! Springtime.

Yes, it is allergy season. I hear this spring is going to be a wallapalooza.

But spring is so much more than nasal sprays and tissues.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson said, "In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love."

Saturday, April 6, 2013

*What we do for our health.

Our doctor has been encouraging Harry and I for years to go have colonoscopies. I kept putting it off. Harry just plain had no intentions of going for one. He hates hospitals and he's of the firm conviction that what he doesn't know can't hurt him.

So when I got this press release from the Pocono Medical Center for a free Colorectal Cancer Screening I thought here's my chance to kill two birds with one stone. I felt sure I could talk Harry into it if it was 1. Free and 2. We did it together. It was a Win-Win situation if I ever heard of one.