Saturday, November 28, 2015

Linda's Letters

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Well, here it is. Only 12 more days until Christmas.

I'm almost bald from pulling my hair out. I still have shopping to do, cookies to bake, gifts to wrap and gifts to paint.

But, 'tis the season to be jolly, so I try to think of things to turn my frowns upside down.

I chuckle every time I think of Harry putting up the outside decorations this year.

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Christmas time. It is a wonderful, magical, spiritual season.

We are encouraged to find ways to help brighten and lighten other people's lives in the gifts we give and the deeds we do.

A couple of weeks ago I told you a few amazing stories of how Operation Christmas Child affects lives and the mysterious way God has of answering prayers.

I've got another one for you this week that is closer to home. Be sure to have a tissue or two nearby. It leaves no doubt in my mind that little miracles happen all the time.

I'll call this story "The Christmas Shoes."

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Stress. We've all experienced it. Life is full of hassles, deadlines, frustrations and demands. Our jobs, marriage, children and bills all contribute to stress. Now add the holiday season to that list.

Whew! I'm really stressed now!

How many times do we hear procrastinators (me included) say, "I work best under pressure." But when constantly running in stress mode, our mind and body pay the price. It can cause depression, mood swings, eating problems and physical ailments.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

(This scene takes place inside Joan's refrigerator the night before Thanksgiving.)

"Yo, Tom. How's it goin'? Long time no see! Looks like you're all trussed up and ready to go."

"Hey there Filling (Stuffing). Good to smell you, too. You're looking mighty tasty there Green Bean Casserole."

Saturday, November 15, 2014

I received an email that brought tears to my eyes. It had a message of "Little things lead to big things."

If you have a computer, please look on the Internet for "Brokaw, the greatest generation and the candy bomber." It will be a 13-minute YouTube video. But it's worth every second.

It is the story of Col. Gail S. "Hal" Halvorsen, now a 94-year-old retired career officer and command pilot in the United States Air Force. He is known as the Candy Bomber.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

In days of yore, before there was the computer, books and the written word, an account of history or a family's heritage was preserved through word of mouth, passed down from generation to generation.

As I'm writing this, it's 10 years since my dad passed away. I think of him every day. First comes the twinge of sorrow that he's gone, followed immediately by a smile, because I have nothing but good memories of my dad.

Dad was a great storyteller. Some may have even called him something else, that began with "bull" ... if you catch my drift.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

As Halloween approaches, all things ghoulish and ghostly are prevalent in stores, front yards, television, movies and, well, everywhere.

I was recently asked, "Do you believe in ghosts?"

I guess I'd have to say, "yes."

When I was a kid, why else was I scared to walk by the cemetery behind my house when it was dark? It made sense to me that if there were ghosts, they'd be hanging out in a cemetery and I didn't want any part of their shenanigans.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

I just returned from an Old Broads Convention.

In reality, it was the 16th annual New England Traditions Convention for decorative painters, held in Marlborough, Massachusetts.

I said it was an Old Broads Convention because I swear, out of the almost 300 attendees, most were women, and one transvestite, with 90 percent of them over the age of 60. Half of them were probably over 70. Some walked with canes, others with walkers and there were even a couple with their Jazzy.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Our brain has over 100 billion brain cells, called neurons. Each one of those has between 10-50 glia cells. I'm no Einstein, but, that's a lot of brain cells.

After about the age of 35, we begin to lose about 7,000 brain cells. A day.

I tell you all this because I'm convinced I've only got about 7,000 of those little suckers left. Period. And if there's any new ones showing up, I think they're playing Hide and seek with me.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

I'm singing a song right now. Perhaps you'll remember it. The Coasters recorded it in 1959. It goes like this: