Monthly Archives: March 2014

Horse Sitting

Grandma Kc wrote this on March 28th, 2014 22 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. My sister Judy and I always wanted a horse. What little girl didn’t want a horse when they were growing up? We were never lucky enough to own a horse of our own but for a few years we got to babysit two of them! Our Read the Rest

Jog-a-thon 2014

Grandma Kc wrote this on March 24th, 2014 24 Replies

Friday was my 4th Jog-a-thon. It was Amara’s 5th but I missed the one when she was in Kindergarten. Since then I have gotten more involved each year and each year, I have had more fun. This was the best one yet. We got lucky again and had wonderful weather. It was a bit cool Read the Rest

The Old Red Barn

Grandma Kc wrote this on March 21st, 2014 20 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. Axie’s Dad over at Things my Grandchildren Should Know recently shared a post about the barn of his childhood and it reminded me of our old barn except our old barn was very dilapidated. I have no idea how old it was. I did Google my Read the Rest

The Beach

Grandma Kc wrote this on March 19th, 2014 24 Replies

Amara and her Daddy had barely gotten in the front door last Saturday night when Amara turned to me and asked, “Can we go to the beach tomorrow?” I was so surprised by the question I said to her, “Where did that idea come from?” “From my brain”, she grinned as she pointed to her Read the Rest

Playing in the Basement

Grandma Kc wrote this on March 14th, 2014 23 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. My sister and I loved the basement! It was one of our favorite indoor places to play. Now this was not one of those fancy finished basements. It was the old-fashioned kind with stonewalls and mostly a dirt floor. The old coal furnace was still down Read the Rest

Up in Flames

Grandma Kc wrote this on March 7th, 2014 25 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. My sister and I had walked downtown to get cherry phosphates at the drug store when we heard the siren go off. The little town in Michigan that we lived in only had a volunteer fire department. When there was a fire the phone call would Read the Rest