Christmas is over. The gift wrapping is in the garbage. The leftovers are in the freezer. The gifts are all being used. The tree is still up though. It will stay lit and decorated through the New Year. Then the holiday season will be completely over.
On Dec. 7, 1941, the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. For those of you who may not know the significance of this, Pearl Harbor is a U.S. military base located in Honolulu, Hawaii on the island of Oahu. A total of 2,403 victims were killed. Pres. Franklin D. Roosevelt said this day was “A date which will live in infamy.”
I’ve been sitting in hospital rooms for the past week. I’ve seen how I have been a protective mamma bear when I didn’t feel that care was what it should be. I have tools I can use to protect those that I love to be sure they are safe and well cared for. I can use my voice to show my concerns and to show with emotion that I am serious and concerned. In a hospital setting, these things work.
As the snow falls, memories of winters past flood my mind. Our family used to play in the snow frequently. What else do you do when most days the seasons are winter? Our favorite snow activity was snowmachining.
There was a man I had the pleasure of knowing. He embodied the American dream. This man was educated, athletic, worked in coal mines, owned a business in town and spent years in public office.
I sit in my room, on my bed with a box of old pictures. Pictures of the black and white variety. Some are very delicate and flakey on the edges. Some are fading their color — the evidence of how years wear on us all. The oldest were made with sepia coloring that seems to be more durable and less resistant to aging. I look into the history of the times and wonder what their smiles would have looked like because most contained none.
Hey you. Aren’t you a manager? I was one of your customers and I saw you. I saw you with that young girl you’re supposed to be an example to and someone she’s supposed to learn from. I saw her doing a great job and picking up what you were teaching her quickly. I would have thought you would have been happy with her. She really was doing a great job.
I woke up to a notification on my phone. It said, “Joey + Rory new blog post — Enough.” I follow Rory Feek’s blog on thislifeilive.com. My heart sank as I read those words “Enough.” I’ve been following Joey and Rory Feek for quite some time.
It’s Halloween night as a group of about 10 kids ranging in ages from five to 15 are dressed in various costumes from rodeo clowns, to cowboys, to Darth Vader. You would think it’s just any normal group of kids carrying pillow cases and making rounds while trying to fill those pillow cases.
When I was a kid, some of my very first memories were at school functions. Not as a student, but as an observer and as a mascot of sorts