Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Linda's Letters

Saturday, November 2, 2013

In 2010, John Rigione of Bangor never thought he'd see a pink fire engine. He never thought he'd someday wear pink. But then again, he never thought he'd get a phone call from his mother, Claudia Rigione, that she had Stage 3 cancer. He felt devastated and inadequate to help her. A few months later, he, his family and Claudia, attended the Labor Day parade in Wind Gap. They were very intrigued with a beautiful pink fire truck.

After the parade, John spoke to the driver of the truck and learned about Guardians of the Ribbon.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door; Only this, and nothing more." Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven."

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Red, gold and amber leaves ablaze,

Azure blue skies, brilliant displays.

Basking in Old Sun's gilded rays,

Ah Autumn ... you always amaze.

Falling leaves that prances and plays,

Flit about in a polonaise.

A flame-kissed leaf coverlet lays

'Neath near-bare branches of drear grays.

Sunsets that leave me in a daze,

God's heavenly art, He portrays.

Brushstrokes across the world arrays,

October ... a melodic phrase.

Early morn mists begin fall days,

Crisp afternoons ... gourmet buffets.

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Last week I talked about how we should give our spouses awards, like the Oscars, Emmy's, CMA's and ESPY'S. We could call these awards, the L.O.V.E. awards (Love's Outstanding and Vivid Events).

Well, I had a few responses and I'd like to share them with you today.

My friend John wins hands down in the "Best-Husband-to-Be-Material" category.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

By the time you read this, Harry and I celebrated our 42nd wedding anniversary. (Insert applause here please.)

You know how they have the Oscars, Emmys, CMA awards and sports has its ESPY awards?

Well, I think there should be a Love's Outstanding and Vivid Events (LOVE) awards for our spouses. You know, those sweet, wonderful, funny, ridiculous moments in our marriage that endears or drives us nuts, but we still continue to love each other anyway.

I'm going to award Harry the LOVE award in the "Most Observant Husband" category.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

When something cool happens or someone says something you think you should remember, do you write it down?

I recently bought a journal to record "Homespun Special Moments." I've already jotted down a couple, including this one.

A couple of weekends ago, my niece Abby stayed with us while her parents went away for an anniversary weekend.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

So I had this dream the other night. (I swear to God, I don't make this stuff up.)

We were at some kind of fair. Lots of people, lots to do. I came across this game. It had 100 holes. You pulled a lever and these old-fashioned wooden spools, in all different lengths and colors came up out of the holes. In order to win, you had to get 10 of one color.

I paid my dollar, pulled the lever and waited and watched. One by one, a spool rose out of a hole. There were 10 spools. Each one was rose pink.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

By Linda Koehler

I was having a Mammy 'Nett moment the other day. That's when I got all nostalgic about my memories of my dearly departed grandmother and grandfather, Hazel and Paul Wernett of Albrightsville.

It all started when I heard someone say something about the "pop ups" that come on our computers. For some reason, I immediately thought about my grandmother's Pop Bead necklaces.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Are you enjoying the bounty of your gardens? Are you deriving great culinary pleasures like sweet corn on the cob, cucumber and tomato salad, green fried tomatoes, zucchini bread, squash medley? A friend gifted us with fresh peaches which found its way into a yummy peach pie last weekend.

Saturday, August 31, 2013

It's raining. Again.

Which makes me about as crotchety as Clint Eastwood in his latest movie "Trouble With the Curve."

Whine. Whine.

Which means another day I won't be in the pool. Summer is winding down to a few precious few. When Harry sees the calendar say Sept. 1, he's ready to shut the pool down. I'm always hopeful that summer will extend herself for a couple of weeks to give me a little more time to splish and splash.

There are other ways I can tell summer is coming to an end.