I did ask mom, and she told stories, but my saddest sentence is “I wish I would have written them down.” Oh, I did write a few of her stories, but not enough. I’ve taken creative writing courses to help me write little stories. Hope you enjoy some precious memories in my stories.
As I thumbed through an old family photo album I came across the first photograph taken using my very first camera. It’s a photo of my mother and me taken by the owner of a camera shop the day I bought it. The photo brought back memories of that day so vivid to me. Thought… Continue reading My First Camera
Children have to be educated, but they have also to be left to educate themselves. Abbé Dimnet, Art of Thinking, 1928. When you’re 6 years old, everything seems fresh, new, obtainable, and of course you know it all. There really isn’t a question of “if” or “when,” but more “I can do it myself” mentality,… Continue reading Twinkle, Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
A band of metal. This band is of pewter and silver with a name etched on the silver plate. It reads: Capt. Herbert C Crosby, January 10, 1970. It’s not fancy. It’s sentimental. Priceless. This bracelet, a band of metal was given to my father in 1970, by a friend. It was a time when people were… Continue reading A Band of Metal
Ah, the plastic pink yard ornament. Yes, that’s what came to your mind, isn’t it? Well, I’m not just a pretty tacky pink, although I certainly love to be on display. I’m a coral pink. I range from white to deep pinkish coral, and yes, I am some times that tacky pink in the yard.… Continue reading The Color Flamingo Pink
Old uniforms and a quilt for Christmas? Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year…and, for some, the most difficult time of the year. Christmas 1970, the first Christmas without my brother, was a most difficult one for me. He had been Missing in Action in Vietnam since January and we had no substantial leads… Continue reading Old Uniforms and a Quilt for Christmas
Memorial Day weekend was finally here. The car was packed and almost ready to go to Mom and Dad’s for the holiday. We’d leave early Friday morning driving to Donalsonville, Georgia, to spend a long Memorial Day weekend with the family. I made a last-minute call to Mom to see if she needed anything special other than what… Continue reading Death of My Father