Grocery Store Tales V
On Tuesday morning while my Mother and I did errands, I ran into a chain building supply store to buy a ceiling fan and received good service from a female employee. After she carried it to the check-out, she handed…
On Tuesday morning while my Mother and I did errands, I ran into a chain building supply store to buy a ceiling fan and received good service from a female employee. After she carried it to the check-out, she handed…
Don’t ask me what this photographer was aiming at when he took this picture, but here we are, Mother, Steve, and me, in front of Boyd’s Market. I must have been about six years old. I’m sure that Mother had…
When I was a girl, I went to Daddy Leland’s grocery store almost every day. I felt at home all over the store–in the aisles where Daddy put up stock, at the checkout stand with Earlene the checker, in the butcher department with…
Forty years ago tomorrow Ray and I had our first date. Maybe I shouldn’t use that word date in a blog for homeschooling mothers! It would have been nice to have done courtship, but we had a real problem there–we…
A few weeks ago I told you about my friend (I called her Lisa) whose daughter created an adorable Un-happy Meal. A couple of hours after I posted my Monday blog about our son John’s birthday, I got this note…
Broken windows, scratched car doors, missing shed roofs, lawns scattered with debris–stuff like that can wait. Last Friday morning, we surveyed our storm damage, left almost every bit of it lying where it was, and left town. Sometimes you just…