Do you ever feel homesick for days gone by? I do. Not only do I miss the people who are not around anymore, I miss the world of my childhood. I get homesick for days gone by when I drive past a grand old house I used to visit as
Category: Nostalgia
I must be a slow learner. Despite getting decent grades in public school and earning some Latin-sounding award on my college diploma, I’ve spent almost 45 years in the educational system. I did manage to escape without peeing my pants even once, so there’s one thing to be proud of.
Time for a pop quiz on oldies music. I can’t help it. I’m a teacher. Everything comes in the form of a quiz. There are three ways to take this quiz. 1) Answer the questions and then research the answers for yourself. That’s the hard way. 2) Reply to this
Time for a pop quiz! Maybe I’ve spent too many years as a teacher, but I can’t help turning facts into an exam. Maybe it’s because creating tests and quizzes helps me remember a few things I used to know. Either way, take a quiz. It’s exercise for your mind.
House on the Highway was published in the 2017 summer issue of Common Ground Magazine. When I was four years old, I lived with my mom, dad, and brother in an old rented farmhouse. A Big Dream I have small fragments of memory from my first home,
I’m making a joyful noise – Why is no one glad? Christmas may be over at your house, but it’s still playing in the background at mine. The Christmas music comes out on November 1 and may not go back into hibernation until the end of January. There are simply
“Despite all that has been lost to the savageness of time, there are plenty of reasons to be grateful for the day at hand.” Sometimes, I get homesick for the good old days. You remember those. Back when we rode around the countryside on the back of an open-bed pick-up
Watching TV Shows – not in my house Thanks to modern technology, I can now watch all the old TV shows from the 60s and 70s I missed as a child. When I was in kindergarten, all my friends at school were watching TV. There was no television in our
In the fall of 1969, eight-year-old Dawn Howard stared at the display of dolls in a Montoursville department store. She and her siblings were not encouraged to ask for things as children. But the black button eyes, red triangle nose, and thin black smile wouldn’t let go. Dawn asked
Christmas Past…and Future Christmas Past Christmas past holds so many glorious memories. Yet Christmas will never be the same without her. The Toll House cookies are gone. Her rich chocolate cake will never sit on the old buffet table again. The warbling soprano is missing from our sing-a-longs. Even my