Mama would often tell stories about family. One person she would often talk about was her great grandfather, William (Wilhelm) Strassburg. William was born in Prussia on January 9, 1861 to August Fredrick Strassburg and Mary Eva Mudth.
According to the tales, William told his grand daughter, he came to this country when he was just a small boy. He told my mom that he snuck on board a ship and traveled alone. According to mama, he had a broken arm that did not heal correctly; he told her that he received this injury in World War I while fighting for his new country that he loved so very much. Continue reading “Spinning Yarns”→
She knew exactly the day, the very hour when she became lukewarm. It was the day Trevor told her that he was leaving. Sighing quietly, Jenn sat on the sofa; Ranger jumped on the couch next to her and whined. “You need to be walked, and I need to get out of this place for awhile,” she told her dog.
After grabbing a sweater and the leash, she slipped on her old beat up tennis shoes, for they were heading to the beach today. Outside, it was cloudy. “Should we walk, or take the car, Ranger?” Upon hearing his name, the dog looked up at the woman who had rescued him from the shelter just a few months ago. When she looked at her pet, the dog began barking and wiggling with pent-up energy after being cooped in the house all night. “Walk, it is,” she told him. Continue reading “Anything but Lukewarm”→
On most days, my blonde-haired, blue-eyed demon child sat in class while refusing to work once again. Of course as soon as I would turn my back, my “angelic” little monster would begin to taunt the other sixth grade students who were quietly and diligently doing their writing assignment. He made the typical clown faces to make the others laugh, or he would whisper to those around him because he would do anything possible to keep from writing….well that is until today. Continue reading “A Home Run”→
For years, she had dodged the well-meaning friends that wanted her to meet some sweet gentleman because they could not bear the thought of her spending the rest of her life alone. After three failed relationships that broke her heart and hurt her pride, she was content to call it quits. Thankfully, she often reminded herself, she only married one of these men. Over the years, she came to understand that she must have some secret penchant for bad boys since each “good” boy she met had a fondness for blondes and alcohol, and not necessarily in that order. Continue reading “A Single Encounter”→
Well, I took the plunge and finally just hit send! With some hesitation, call me old-fashioned, I finally decided to start shopping online. Now, I have ordered items online before, for the usual stuff like gifts, books, and personal items, like my Calista Tools Ion Hot Roller Set. Come to think of it, I have ordered quite a few things: doggy diapers (that’s another story), essential oils, clothes, vitamins, make up, school supplies, and oh my. Okay granted, I admit it; I shop online. But this is the first time that I have shopped for groceries and household necessities. Continue reading “Shopping Made Simple”→
At one time or another, just about everyone in this country has been touched by a magical Disney moment. Walter Elias Disney started with a dream and turned it into a wondrous reality. Although he had some harsh setbacks, he never gave up on fulfilling these ideals, and today, his name is a household word, not only in this country but also around the world. Continue reading “And to Think, it all Started with a Mouse!”→
From her open window, Jill took in the scene before her as she viewed the barn and surrounding land. In the corral, her Appaloosa mare, Shawnee, gently nickered at her foal, and in the pasture, her father’s prized quarter horse, Winchester, raced across the green meadow, kicking up his heels. In the distance, soft clouds billowed along the peaks, and overhead, a red-tail hawk soared, drifting gracefully on gentle breezes. The young woman closed her eyes for a moment as the familiar heartache ripped through body and tugged at her very soul. Three months had passed and still no word. Her father’s plane had simply disappeared without a trace in the San Juan Mountain Range. And this day had arrived all too quickly. Now, she had her doubts about the upcoming ceremony. What was she thinking?
“There are two lasting bequests we can give our children: One is roots, the other is wings.” Teaching children values and giving them the opportunity to excel is essential to good parenting. However, I feel I must also provide my children (and myself) insight into the ones who came before us: our ancestors whose lives and stories have shaped us into who we are. This is my journey; these are their stories…
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