It’s basketball tournament time. When I was in high school that was the most exciting time of the school year. My senior year basketball season was very memorable. It was a mixture of sadness, frustration and joy all rolled into one. Our mother died unexpectantly from a massive heart attack the day before Thanksgiving that fall. So, my basketball season was marred by those sad memories. Our father would begin the process of selling the family farm as we adjusted…..
I was digging through a box of old memorabilia from my Clinton High School “Rocket” years. I discovered a collection of report cards that revealed to my dismay that I was not nearly as intelligent as I remembered I was. Then there was the glass elf a souvenir from our Junior-Senior prom along with senior pictures of all of my classmates with sentimental inscriptions on the back of each reminding us of how enjoyable our years together had been. Since…..
It seems like I have known Marilyn all my life. We first met when I was seven years old and she was Ms. Allen. You see she was my second grade teacher and then lucky for me she became my third grade teacher also. The moment I met her I knew she was special. I was sure I was ‘teacher’s pet’ until years later when visiting with former classmates I discovered they too thought they were ‘teacher’s pet’. She had…..
I’m forced to write this blog. And why is that you ask. Well because there’s nothing else to do. The snow is falling and the wind is blowing, I’ve finished my library book and there’s nothing on the television that strikes my fancy. So as the snow piles up I’m going to spend a little time visiting with you. 🙂 I feel sorry for those ‘snowbirds’ that escape to the southern climates because they are missing a good old fashioned…..
Ever since I was a small child I considered myself an entertainer. I remember excusing myself from the supper table when I was about eight or nine and I made some silly departing comment that caused my family to roar with laughter. Scientists have since discovered that such activities cause the brain to release ‘feel good’ chemicals called endorphins. I learned at an early age entertaining others made me feel good. My earliest memory of entertaining an audience occurred during my junior…..