When I was a student teacher back in l967 I was assigned to do my student teaching at the Wheaton High School in Wheaton, Minnesota. Little did I know at the time that Wheaton was going to become my life- long – home. The biggest shock would be that my future wife, Kathie, was in the building, finishing up her high school career! Okay, okay, none of this ‘robbing the cradle’ crap! I never even talked to her. I will…..
On my 75th birthday my daughter Jill gifted me with a home- made shirt with those words plastered on the front. Now four and a half years later my shirt is considered false advertising! 🙁 I had been bothered for the past ten years with a painful hip. Nobody could seem to diagnose the problem. I treated it as a sciatic nerve, after all that’s what Facebook said it was! Although nothing that I did to alleviate the nagging pain…..
I was looking through some files from my teaching years and stubbled across a couple yellowed sheets of paper. Looking more closely, I recognized it was part of our opening day of school at Wheaton High School many years ago. The faculty tried to make the first day of school fun, entertaining and educational all at the same time. We wanted to start the year out on a positive note for the students. That usually included a guest speaker, small…..
(I’m giving my blog readers a valentine story that was published in my book titled, Holiday Adventures for Kids. Consider it my valentine card to you. I hope you enjoy it. If you like the story, feel free to order your very own copy from Amazon.) *********************************************************** The steep, snow-covered hill was perfect for sledding. Tina and her five-year-old brother, Timmy, had made many trips down the hill on their red plastic sled. “My teacher told me to remind you…..
When I reached my 75th birthday my daughter, Jill, made me a neat shirt that I have always been proud of. It reads in big red letters, MADE IN 1944 ALL ORIGINAL PARTS. Our Mom died when she was 47 from heart failure. I was a senior in high school at the time and of course her passing left a hole in all of our hearts. Would that be my same fate? I had thirty years before I would hit …..
The following blog is actually the Christmas letter that I sent to friends and family minus the pictures (I don’t know how to include pictures as my brain is not wired to complete such difficult tasks.) Hopefully this Christmas note will add to your Christmas cheer! 🙂 Larson’s Holiday Letter in Rhyme I’ve written two rhyming nature books and now I can’t stop, So, this Christmas letter may be a flop! Now I am in a rhyming rut, So, this…..
Over the river and through the woods to a Thanksgiving feast we were preparing to go. Our son and his wife have hosted the family gathering for many years now. As my bride and I were waking up she asked the question that she always asks around the 7:00 am hour. “What are we going to be doing today?” Replying to her question I stated, “We’ll go for coffee, probably eat dinner at the Senior Citizens Center and then pack…..
I first realized I wanted to become a writer when in the sixth grade my teacher Mrs. Sager posted my bird report on the bulletin board as one of the finest in the class. On top of that endorphin producer one of the girls in my class said to me as we read the posted reports, “Mike, you are a good writer.” That resulted in another shot of endorphins released only, seconds later! That experience was recorded and saved somewhere…..
The announcement came in the mail a month or two ago and it read, “Join us for an authentic Ukrainian dinner. We’ll cast vision and seek support to forge new opportunities for READ Ministries and beyond.” Perhaps not all of you are familiar with my two books, “The Easter Sparrows” and “The First Advent” which have been published by Publishing House Smirna in the Ukraine. READ Ministries were largely responsible for bringing the two books to the Ukraine and having…..
Growing up in western Minnesota the first turkey I ever saw was on Thanksgiving morning when our mother lifted the cover off of the broiler pan and there a plump, brown, featherless turkey appeared. Two large drumsticks protruded above the bird’s body and usually resulted in four siblings fighting over who would make a meal of one of them. Little did I know that thirty years previous to the l950’s wild turkeys would have been rambling through our fields and…..
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