Posts Tagged the good old days

Cousins

And, here it is, the real deal hanging in our new living room! And, it’s only fitting that the smaller pictures to the right of the clock are of Ma and Pa, my maternal grandparents. They were a huge part of our lives when we were young.

This painting, “Joy Ride”, by David Uhl—brother to our precious friend, Paula (Polly) Uhl Snyder, spoke to me the moment I saw it.

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Memories of my childhood with my cousins roared to life in my mind, especially some of those with my best friend/cousin, Eddy Madden. The joy we shared—all my cousins—as one big family when we were growing up is etched in my memory and never fails to make me smile—and often laugh—when I recall the times we spent together. How lucky were we to grow up in a simple time where simple things—just being together—could live in our minds and hearts forever.

Joy Ride by David Uhl

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Little Brothers and Others

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That’s why I like the Internet. It has brought many of us closer, and though things still aren’t the same as they were back in the good ol’ days, it beats the way it was before the Internet came along.

It’s also true with friends—some I’ve yet to meet in person. The Internet has caused my family to not only grow closer, but to grow larger, and I like it!

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What’s Next?

In one of my earliest blog posts, Weird, Isn’t It?, I asked the question, “Where’s everybody going?” We’re always in a hurry to get to one place, so we can do whatever there, then rush to the next place and the next thing. Well, we started young. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Good Ol’ Days

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This is an excerpt from my short story, You Kids Git Outta My Yard. <—- Click on the title if you’d like to read the story,

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Beside Myself

Quite often, I find myself watching a teenager pulling some crazy stunt, or merely acting the proverbial fool. My response is typically one of disdain but more and more often these days, my reaction morphs into one of amusement, and though I might walk away shaking my head, I’m usually doing so while wearing a great big grin. Read the rest of this entry »

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Back in the Day

Somebody put a post on Facebook a few days ago, reminiscing about the way it used to be; how we would fix things when they broke, instead of just throwing them out and getting a new one. It struck a nerve with me, and I thought how sad it is this is true not only with things but with love. Back in the day, “Until death do us part” meant something. Read the rest of this entry »

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Times Ago

This is one of those poems I wrote when the world seemed not so right. Something was obviously bothering me, and in my clumsy attempt to put it to verse, I vented my troubled mind. I do that, put my “pen” to my emotions; good or bad, I try to simply let it out. I hope you understand what I try to convey. Read the rest of this entry »

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