What’s really important in life – job, career, things? No, it’s family. Everyone wants to belong and be loved.
Originally posted on It Was On My Mind:
The “Kid’s Table” ? You may know the feeling. The adults are in the dining room with lots of great food, good stories and continuous and particularly loud laughter. My father has awakened from his mid-morning nap in front of the Macy’s Parade on our TV and…
As she blew the dust off the small chest the memories flooded in once again. It was the last of the three; handcrafted and finely made from an exotic wood not found in their region of the world. As a young carpenter, she remembered that Joseph had noticed it right away, his rough hands carefully…
This month most of us will gather with family and friends to celebrate the national holiday we call Thanksgiving. We’ll circle up around a table full of food, family and friends; eat too much and fall asleep in front of multiple football options. We really have come a long way since the feast held in…
“Dad, I know we can hike out of here”, said my youngest son, Graham, as I looked up at the grey sky, flecks of rain touching my face. He was 15, at the time, and there was real fear in his eyes and concern for me and his brothers. I hoped he wouldn’t see the…
Every year we pull them out of the closet. The cardboard box is bent on the corners and a little faded now. It smells of the years of storage – a kind of rich aroma of cardboard decay. Inside the box there are a number of dividers and in each divider there is a memory.…
You may know the feeling. The adults are in the dining room with lots of great food, good stories and continuous and particularly loud laughter. My father has awakened from his mid-morning nap in front of the Macy’s Parade on our TV and is in his place at the head of the table. Mom…
When I think about my grandparents I have so many rich memories of a time that has passed. Not that this is a bad thing – progress has helped move most generations beyond the way they used to live. But, there are aspects of my childhood memories that recall a time where things were simpler…
