Tag Archives: parents
Memories
Fleeting snippets of events, memories, have flashed through my mind of late. Most of these memories make me smile, or remind me of the love I have for the people who are important in … Continue reading
Hair
Hair! We fuss with it, wash it, brush it, comb it, oil it, gel it, curl it, straighten it, color it, cut it, complain about it, and even lose it. My mother had thick, black, luxurious hair. When … Continue reading
Happy Birthday Mom
Today would have been my Mom’s birthday. She would have been ninety two years old—which, no matter how you figure it, is old. I often wonder what she would have been like as a really old lady. I’m pretty sure … Continue reading
I Was Thinking
“I was thinking about my mother the other day,” Lori said. Rick looked up, rattled his newspaper and stared at her. “Yes,” he intoned. “Well, you know that it’s getting harder and harder for her to get up … Continue reading
The Beatles
The Beatles were the first wave of what was to become a virtual tsunami of British rock and roll bands to capture the imagination of American teenagers in the 1960’s. Like most people of a “certain age,” I … Continue reading
Aunt Alice
When I was a kid, nothing created as much excitement as a visit from Aunt Alice. My mother, who was Aunt Alice’s much younger sister, would announce her impending visit sometime in the afternoon. And the countdown … Continue reading
The Last Noel
In the waning afternoon sun on a Christmas Eve many years ago, my daughter, husband and I anticipated a snowy drive to Buffalo from Angola, where we lived with my husband’s father. As the gloomy afternoon wore on, snow began … Continue reading
Look at That Beautiful Scenery!
When I was a kid, our parents often took us on car rides. We would drive into the country around Buffalo, for the sole purpose of looking at the trees, pastures, lakes, and hills that surround us. My parents encouraged … Continue reading
Labor Day
Labor Day weekend has come and gone. There were parades, speeches and cookouts all over the United States to celebrate this important day. Every year on Labor Day, I think of my Dad, Thomas R. Joyce, Jr. He was a … Continue reading
A Cab Ride, Part II
Pete looked at Maria’s hand and reluctantly took it. “How about a cup of coffee, amigo?”Her smile was warm. Pete shook his head. “We have to get back to the office. The work doesn’t do itself.” Just as I thought, … Continue reading