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Linda's Letters

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Today, People, let's talk pigs.

I don't like them. When I hear someone say, "Oh, that pig is so cute," I want to barf and say, "In a pig's eye!"

They just, well, they look creepy to me. That whole nose/snout thing they got going on kind of freaks me out.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Boy! Have I got good news for those of us growing older.

Thanks to Dr. Michael Ramscar of the University of Tuebingen in Germany and his research team, we old-timers are not nuts. Nor do we all have the start of Alzheimer's.

Whew. I gotta tell you, I had been a'feared.

Saturday, March 8, 2014

A couple of weeks ago I wrote about going to see "Jersey Boys" and the effects of hearing music of my teen years had on me. I heard from a reader that he and his daughter had also been to see the show. When The Four Seasons sang "Sherry" both of them were all but in tears. His wife's name was Sherri and she died almost a year ago. The song evoked many memories they had together.

Music has a way of bringing out every imaginable emotion. I am amazed at the talent song writers and composers posses that they are able to do that for us.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

"We're movin' on up, to the east side, to a deluxe apartment in the skyyyyyy ..."

Those words are lyrics to the theme song from a 1975 television sitcom, "The Jeffersons."

I couldn't help but sing them as we moved my niece, Jennie Rose, last weekend.

Jennie has officially become an adult. She's still not quite sure how it happened or that she's ready to be a grown-up but ready or not ... here it comes!

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Oh what a night!

Harry, George, Connie and I stepped back in time a couple of weeks ago when we visited the Cultural Center in Scranton to see the production of "Jersey Boys."

"Jersey Boys" is the Tony-award winning musical about Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons. Seeing their lives' stories on stage and in song was a trip down Memory Lane.

When they began singing their song "Sherry," almost everyone in the concert hall joined in. This was the music of our teen years. We couldn't help but sing along, tap our toes and chair-dance to old favorites.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

I'd like to personally thank the members of the Eldred Beagle Club and Michelle and Duanne Frable for a very enjoyable Valentine's Day dinner last Saturday night.

But I've got to tell you, I had some misgivings. Let me set the stage.

Harry is a member of the Eldred Beagle Club. It's a bunny haven of acres of brush. It's also a heaven for beagle dogs and their owners to run and chase the bunnies. The terrain is, well, let's just say the few times Harry has taken me there, I had to hang on to my head for fear of it being shaken off driving up the hilly roads.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

By Linda Koehler

lkoehler@tnonline.com

Well, it's turning into an old-fashioned winter with snow, snow and more snow. I could complain, but that and a nickel won't buy me a cup of coffee, or in my case, not even a Coke.

I have such great memories of snow when I was a kid. Hours and hours were spent sleigh riding, fighting snowball battles from our snow forts. We dug tunnels in snow drifts as high as six and seven feet.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Last Friday night as Harry finished his zillioneth helicopter flight and I was shelling peanuts, he asks, "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Cleaning. Dusting. Vacuuming. Laundry. The whole nine yards. The dust is two inches thick, like fresh snow. I could practice for the Winter Olympics' slalom ski races on the end tables. That's what I'm doing. So what are your plans?" I ask.

Ladies, please note his answer.

"Nothing."

Saturday morning Mr. Wide-Awake-As-Soon-As-His-Eyes-Open, jumps out of bed and announces, "I'm going to paint the spare room."

Saturday, January 25, 2014

January is so much more than just a cold month of the year. Thanks to my friend, Internet, I learned that there are all kinds of things we can celebrate and observe in the month of January.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

I often get foggy notions while driving.

It was an extremely foggy morning on Wednesday. It was as thick as pea soup, whatever that means. It got me wondering ... what is fog?

Fog is defined as a cloud touching the ground. Fog or ground clouds are made of millions of tiny droplets of water floating in the air. It generally forms when the relative humidity reaches 100% at ground level. It is most likely to occur at night or near dawn when the temperature of the day is normally at it's lowest. (And makes driving very difficult.)