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Linda's Letters

Saturday, January 11, 2014

So how did you all enjoy the "Polar Vortex"? Sounds like an episode of "The Twilight Zone," doesn't it? I can hear Rod Serling now ...

"What if a polar vortex settled all over the earth, and the mercury in thermometers never rose above 0 degrees again, with man to live in a frozen world forever? Don't touch your dials. You've just entered ...'The Twilight Zone.'"

The cold weather was obviously the hot topic for everyone this last week.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Harry made a bizarre comment the other day.

"I predict that in the future, man is going to evolve where he has a third hand."

"Huh? Why do you say that?" I asked.

"Well, think about it. You can't go anywhere that you don't see people with their phones in one hand. It's like they're permanently attached. In order to do anything that needs two hands to do he's going to have to develop a third hand to do all those things if he isn't going to put the phone down."

I laughed at his prediction for the future.

Saturday, December 28, 2013

'Tis the season for gifts. We spend our time and money to buy gifts for the people we love and spend hours wrapping them in pretty paper and bows. "What did you get me for Christmas, Aunt Linda?" quizzed nephew Zach on Sunday. "I've been a very good boy."

"All you're getting from me this year is a lump of coal," I teased him.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

As a little girl, I couldn't wait for Christmas. Rewind back to 1956 ...

I love Christmas. The magical lights, the secrets, the music, cookies and presents! It's the most wonderful time of the year.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas in the neighborhood because they strung up the lights that go across the street so I know Santa Claus is coming to town soon. This year all I want for Christmas is my two front teeth because it's hard to eat Christmas cookies without them.

Well, maybe I want a Betsy Wetsy dolly and an Uncle Wiggley game, too.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Well, wish me luck. Today is going to be my first day of Christmas shopping. And I am a-feared.

I've been trying to prepare myself mentally for the experience. I've been listening to Christmas music, eating lots of Christmas cookies, watching lots of Christmas movies and practicing meditation to put myself in a Zen mood. Ommmmmmm.

Saturday, December 7, 2013

"He's making a list, and checking it twice. He's gonna find out who's naughty or nice. Santa Claus is coming to town."

Some years ago, my mom stopped buying Christmas presents. She hates to shop and as she got older, that hate just got stronger. So she gives Diane and I money and tells us to shop for her.

Diane and I couldn't understand that mentality.

Saturday, November 30, 2013

I'm writing this before Thanksgiving. So my head is still swimming with lists of things to do, items to not forget on my next (hopefully last) trip to the grocery store, trying to figure out what time I should start the turkey and wondering if one bottle of wine will be enough ... for me ... to get through hosting Thanksgiving dinner at my house.

I, for one, will not venture out on Thanksgiving to shop. Thanksgiving is a day that should be totally devoted to family and giving thanks for all our blessings.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

When: Sometime in November 1621.

Where: Plymouth, Massachusetts

The following might have been a conversation between some of the people at the first Thanksgiving.

"Honey, I'm home. Guess who's coming to dinner?"

"William Brewster, wipe your feet before you come into this house. I just spent the whole morning raking this dirt floor."

Saturday, November 16, 2013

My grandparents had one of those combination television/record player sets when I was growing up. I spent as much time in their house as I did in my own so as a little kid, I had the run of the place. I'd glue myself to the floor in front of their television, watching some of my favorite shows like Inky Dinky, every western I could find and anything on the Disneyland show.

I loved Davy Crockett with Fess Parker and Buddy Ebsen. Didn't every kid in America have a coonskin hat?

Saturday, November 9, 2013

If you have access to emails, you may have received this one. If you have, I apologize for the repeat. If you have not read this before, goody! I received it a few months ago and as soon as I read it, I thought, "This is one to share with the readers for Veterans Day."

I confirmed with Snopes that it is indeed true. So here it is.

In September of 2005, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren, a history teacher at Robinson High School in Little Rock, Arkansas did something not to be forgotten.