This is a special memory from my own childhood. I don’t think our family ever went on a vacation together. I knew many other families that did. I think there are photos somewhere of us as very little girls at a cabin up north but I’m not sure if it is from a vacation or Read the Rest
This is a special memory from my own childhood. I think by about 5th grade I had decided that I wanted to become a nun. It wasn’t that I had any great calling from God. It was because of my mother. For as far back as I can remember I heard stories of the pain Read the Rest
This is a special memory from my own childhood. Last week I told you about waiting for my Winky Dink kit to arrive while sitting in the kitchen in front of the green sink and watching the clock. Sarah, one of my Grandma Blog Buddies at Magnolia Surprise commented on the fact we had a Read the Rest
This is a special memory from my own childhood. Growing up in Michigan in the early fifties meant very poor TV reception. We were 90 miles from Detroit, which at the time was the closest TV stations. We only got three channels — and never all on the same day! We didn’t get to watch Read the Rest
This is a special memory from my own childhood. I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t afraid of them. Nowadays my family love me and will warn me when to close my eyes if there is one in a show or movie and they will tell me when it is safe to open them Read the Rest
This is a special memory from my own childhood. I think I have always loved going to the movies. The theater in Jonesville closed when I was about ten and The Dawn Theater in Hillsdale was the closest. It was the only theater and it would play the same movie for months, or at least Read the Rest