Oh, do be careful what you pray for.
Wow. Where to start? How to tread lightly yet dig deeper than any column I’ve ever written, or maybe even read, in a newspaper? Here goes.
Wow. Where to start? How to tread lightly yet dig deeper than any column I’ve ever written, or maybe even read, in a newspaper? Here goes.
Recently, I had the opportunity to do a podcast interview with Gwinnett County Board of Commissioners Chairperson Charlotte Nash. Ms. Nash covered a variety of topics, one of which was the importance of ensuring adequate water supplies.
Note: This is a version of a piece I wrote in 2013, just a few months before my father passed away at 93 years of age. I thought, in light of present circumstances, it might deserve another look. I have added a few more thoughts, three years after his death. If any of you is caring for an aging (originally written in January 2013)
Today, I went to vote. I saw young people, some sporting piercings and tattoos, others wielding briefcases and braving high heels. I saw older Americans, many walking to stand in the voting line, stooped over and moving only with the aid of a cane.
The Atlantic Ocean was becoming rough as our convoy got underway in 1943, hoping to evade German U-boats, while heading to Europe. With subs prowling we wondered if we would complete the crossing. It was scary times.
My childhood memories, most of them anyway, are as sweet and comforting as the very smells that I associate with them. Mine are vanilla and cinnamon. Mmmmm the very thought of those two smells makes me feel all warm and well, happy.
The announcement of a developing drought in Georgia is scary. In my 90 years I have survived some arid times. I remember in the 30’s my grandpa putting wooden whiskey barrels under each V slope on the roof. That provided rainwater for the cattle and the vegetable garden.
My husband Snell said that people did not dress in costumes and go Trick or Treating when he was growing up. What a terrible shame. My best friend and next door neighbor Dotti and I lived for Halloween. Our mothers, however, did not. Well, maybe a little.
After Mom read my July column, “Be a Great American and ACT,” she called to tell me that I had forgotten to mention a very important organization that I participated in as a young girl. It helped to shape skills, leadership, loyalty, honor, and national patriotism. Which group am I referring to? The Girl Scouts. As usual, Mom was right.
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