Nails, A Tin Can, and Florence

Dearest Readers, I’m changing up the pace a bit with another childhood story for my grandchildren.  You know, how some things become part of the conversation whenever you meet up with someone years later? That’s how it is when I get the rare chance to see Bobby, Wayne, or Janet. We tell the story and…

“Did you get splinters, Grandma?”

(audio of me telling the story you can also read below – my first try at this. Not a perfect recording, but then it is done and done is better than perfect! Audio file added 2/24/2023) “Maylie, what would you like to know about Grandma Carol when she was a little girl?” Without missing a…

Outhouses, Snakes, Wolves and a Four-year Old’s Imagination

There I was – a blond-haired four-year-old living in the deep south community of Dixie, Alabama in the early 1950s. My family, consisting of me and my parents, had just moved from a modern upstairs apartment in south-central Pennsylvania with running water and a bathroom, to our “new” southern house, with no running water and…