Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Linda's Letters

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.

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.