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Linda's Letters

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Last week we talked about The Kiss. This week, it's The Hug.

Are you a "hugger?"

There was a time when I was not a hugger.

I was very uncomfortable if someone tried to enter "my personal space."

Pennsylvania Dutchmen had a reputation of being "stoical", meaning we weren't very demonstrative. We kept our emotions intact. That included hugging.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

A New Year's Eve tradition is ...(no, I'm not going to talk about resolutions, that's too depressing), the Kiss. You know, when the clock strikes midnight on Dec. 31-Jan. 1, we find the person we love the most and plant a big old hairy wet one on him. Or her.

I wondered ... why do we do that?

According to one source on the Internet, it says that in English and German folklore, the first person you encounter in a new year, and the nature of the encounter, sets the tone for the rest of the year. The kiss is about strengthening ties you wish to maintain in the future.

Saturday, December 29, 2012

He stood listening to the salesman. I heard him ask several questions of his own. I watched as he looked at the big gleaming radio control helicopter with joyful interest. That little boy at heart was enthralled.

His name was Harry.

We were shopping a week before Christmas and had parted ways for a bit. When I located him, he was at one of those kiosks that set up temporary homes each Christmas, selling seasonal gifts, enticing young and old with their Pied Piper ways.

Not only do you get a large radio control helicopter, but it comes with a little one, too.

Saturday, December 22, 2012

The world did not come to an end on Friday, as the Mayans predicted. I never doubted for a moment that it would. I believe it will come in God's time, not man's predicted time.

But for some families in Sandy Hook, Connecticut, the world as they knew it, did come to an end on Dec. 14.

That's when a 20-year-old man murdered 20 young children and six adults at Sandy Hook Elementary School.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Christmas traditions can be found in every family.

I've lost some of the traditions of my parents after I had a family of my own and we began making our own.

Like the Christmas tree. As a kid I never saw our Christmas tree until Christmas morning. I was told Santa Claus decorated the tree. I'd wake up and there it would be, in all its tinsel and multi-colored-lights glory! Oh, what a thrill it was to see it with presents underneath waiting for me to open.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

(Sing creatively to the tune of "Jingle Bells.")

Dashing to the store,

In a 149 horsepower Chevrolet,

O'er the roads I go,

Crying all the way.

Christmas bells are ringing,

Should make my spirits bright,

But it's no fun in singing,

A shopping song tonight.

Oh, Jingle Purse,

Jingle Purse,

Jingling all the way,

Oh, what torture, what to buy?

For gifts this holiday.

Hey, Jingle Purse,

Jingle Purse,

Jingling all the way,

Oh, what torture, what to buy?

For gifts this holiday.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

So it was Thanksgiving Day. We had a delicious turkey dinner and then afterward, it was time for our annual Turkey Hunt. Prior to everyone coming, I hid little turkeys around our yard. It helps us get up and moving around after such a large meal, with a little fun thrown in.

Mom opted not to hunt this year. She headed for the porch swing.

"Is it safe to sit on?" she asked cautiously, with reason. One day this past summer, she and I were sitting on the swing when the back of it broke and we got a jolted surprise. No one was hurt, thank goodness.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

OK folks. This is my last installment of "What I did on my vacation."

Remember how I told you our tour guide and bus driver told us as we were leaving the Grand Canyon, "The best is yet to come?"

Next stop was Bryce Canyon.

Yup. It got better.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Boarding the bus the morning we left the Grand Canyon, our tour guide Brandon said, "It only gets better after this." Jack the bus driver said, "The best is yet to come."

I thought, "They're nuts! How could anything be better than this?" We were all pretty much in awe of what we had just seen.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Harry loves to walk and hike. I think he's fairly fit at almost 63 years old. Recently, he went on a walk in mortality.

Our first full day at the Grand Canyon, Connie, George, Harry and I decided to take the shuttle that visits all the different viewing sites along the South Rim. But the shuttle was way too tame for Mr. Antsy Pants and by 10:30 a.m. he told us he was going back and hike part of Bright Angel Trail into the Canyon.