What are you thankful for this year? Or share a favorite Thanksgiving memory.
Author: Ann Marie Bryant
As of late, I am a fifty-something grandmother who loves to write. Since I come from a long line of storytellers, I believe it's time to share those stories and preserve our family history. My hope is that my family will treasure these memories as much as I do!
Home
Home for me has several implications. It is doused in memories of the people and places that offer sweet memories of the past, joy in the moment, and all the promises for the future. Life was not perfect, by any stretch of the imagination. It was sometimes uneasy, and painful and raw; still, love found its way into my life and tangled my heart with many that I hold so dear. Deep within, I know I have been blessed with the love and companionship of family and friends. I have cherished them all.
God’s Grace
As a child, my family met the kindest couple, Reverend and Mrs. Deacon. They were an older couple that just loved people in their church and their community. The husband and wife met my mom after my brother, David, decided to streak through the neighborhood one afternoon while riding a friend’s tractor. Soon after that crazy account, we were faithfully attending Sunday School at the Nazarene Church in Alameda, California.
Heart
Home is where the heart is…what does this phrase mean to you?
Friends and Family
Did your family have friends or neighbors that became family? Do you have fond memories of those that lived in your neighborhood? Share your memories of those folks.
In Reference to her Children
I had eight birds hatcht in one nest,Four Cocks were there, and Hens the rest.I nurst them up with pain and care,No cost nor labour did I spareTill at the last they felt their wing,Mounted the Trees and learned to sing.-Anne Bradstreet
My 8x great grandmother, Anne Bradstreet, wrote poetry during the seventeenth century, and she became known as one of America’s first poets. Although she was born in Northhampton, England, in her later years, she resided in Andover, Massachusetts.
One of her poems, In Reference to her Children, the mother and poet wrote about her her love for eight children.
Her first book of poetry, The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung up in America, was published in 1650. It was the only book of her poetry printed in her lifetime.
Counting Sheep
My brothers saw my mother in a whole new light. She had risen to the level of a superstar, in their little eyes, for she had become a kindred spirit; she had become one with the devilish delights of all that was disgusting, and my brothers loved her all the more for her repulsive juvenile inventiveness.
December Themes
This time of the year brings back so many memories of family and love and joy. There’s just something magical in the air when the days are frosty, and little pleasures can be found in cups of hot chocolate and conversations with those that warm our hearts and shape our lives. Continue reading “December Themes”
The Buckeye Adventure
It really is time that we all just embrace reality and recognize that young boys love to blow things up – with or without actual explosives.
Endurance
What endures through the ages?
Is it the classic love tale of two wise souls?
Love notes written on their hearts over the years
Or a child that grows in kindness
