Monday, April 24, 2017

Linda's Letters

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

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.


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.)

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.