That’s the name of a story I read recently by author, Mary Beckwith. As the story goes, the little boy found a ladybug and was studying it quite intently. The Mother heard him say, “it must be a gentleman bug“. Questioning him as to why he seemed to know the opposite of “lady” was “gentleman”his […]
My musical knowledge improved as the years went by.
Rules of the Game Making Conversation 1963 (Published in the Houghton Lake Resorter, Houghton Lake, Michigan, weekly newspaper) Even the rules change in 56 years. and as a result, conversations change even more. It was my privilege to have a weekly column in our local newspaper, continuing for almost three years. I’ve added a […]
It was the perfect message in a time of sadness.
HE WENT TO THE SYNAGOGUE, AS WAS HIS CUSTOM…. As a young girl, I was asked to baby sit for my infant nephew while my sister and her husband went out for the evening. Since the child had a slight cold, my sister’s instructions were to give him a spoon full of cough medicine from […]
Back to the days of raising a family. We were enjoying summers at home. This article was written for the Houghton Lake Resorter, the weekly newspaper in my home town. The time was the early sixties. My boys were 13, 11, and 7. Dad was working at his Ace Hardware seven days a week. I […]
1964 – It should be of increasing concern to America at large that we are becoming hopelessly addicted to the output of the beckoning television networks. I, for one, have resisted the temptation mightily.
“What this adds up to, then, is this. No more lies, no more pretense. Tell your neighbor the truth. In Christ’s body we are all connected to each other, after all. When you lie to others, you end up lying to yourself.”
My husband and I were standing at our living room window, watching a man walking down the distant road. The man lived nearby in a broken down house. Every day he walked two miles to a neighborhood bar where he spent his time.
Tenth Grade English Composition 1951 Mary Anne Whitchurch December 7, 1941 On a cold, grey morning when the fog had yet to rise; And the seagulls made a flutter like a bird of paradise. The waves were as a rose vine coils in an arbor, Thus began the day Japanese bombed PEARL HARBOR. The […]