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.
No one likes to be told that, do they? “This is none of your business.” I don’t. Sometimes I think I believe that everything is my business, simply because I believe my opinion has value to anyone and everyone. Well, it’s not, and it doesn’t. That’s a good thing, by the way. When we finally learn the lesson about circles of influence and the things that really should matter to us, life is oh-so-much simpler.
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