A Job to Do
Our friend Darlene has never married. She is semi-retired now after working for about forty years at our local nursing home. She worked mainly in the laundry, but she spent much of her time being a personal blessing to theā¦
Our friend Darlene has never married. She is semi-retired now after working for about forty years at our local nursing home. She worked mainly in the laundry, but she spent much of her time being a personal blessing to theā¦
Yesterday I talked about my name. I hope you don’t mind if I talk about that one more time. I donāt talk to myself just a whole, whole lot, but sometimes I do. Occasionally when I have goofed something, Iā¦
I came across this photo several weeks ago on the Library of Congress website. Around 1946, photographer C. M. Stieglitz took this picture of cartoonist Roberta MacDonald drawing while her 15-month-old daughter, Patricia, watched her. MacDonald was a cartoonist forā¦
Yesterday I mentioned how Mother, my brother Steve, and I spent our Saturday evenings. Daddy wasn’t with us on the first of our Saturday evening errands but he was at our final destination of Boyd’s Market. Saturday was his longestā¦
Though my happy moment didn’t exactly look like this, it was idyllic for me nonetheless. In August by William Ladd Taylor was an illustration for Babyās Lullaby Book, published in 1888 by L. Prang & Co. Courtesy of the Libraryā¦
A mama wrote a sweet email one day in response to a recent post. She said: . . . oftentimes at breakfast, we will linger at the table and I will tell [our children] about some of the events andā¦