Do you or any of your siblings have special names for the other–I mean, names that can be repeated in public?
For example, I’ve mentioned from time to time that I have always called my sister “The Sistoid Unit.” I have no idea why or when I started doing that, it’s just been that way for what seems forever. Amazingly,… Continue reading
I don’t care about a person’s religious affiliations or lack thereof (as long as they are not trying to force anyone else to live by them). I don’t care about a person’s race or ethnicity, and they can’t really force that on other people. I don’t care about a person’s national origin, eye color, body type, sexual orientation, where they… Continue reading
At one time I had over 30 “great” relatives: my grandparents and their brothers and sisters and their wives and husbands—my great aunts and uncles.
Last night, the last of that generation passed away, Uncle Tolbert McCrory. He was my mother’s father’s youngest brother. I will always remember him as pleasant and cheerful. Full of pluck and good humor. Quick… Continue reading
Nostalgia. The good old days. The old ways. Back in the day.
We tend to remember the past all packaged up as warm and glowing. This morning, for no discernible reason at all, I had a flash back memory from my childhood. I was a young child visiting my great Aunt Hester€”my mother‘s mother’s sister. My great Aunt Hester had… Continue reading
I’ve been in Long Island for several days and returned home late yesterday.
Today the doorbell rang. Once again (This is the fourth time!) two Mormon missionaries, young guys in their twenties, were at the door. I was surprised at what they said as their “come on” line.
“We’ve stopped by to talk with you about family.”
So talking about… Continue reading