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.

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The Piggy Bank

Screen Shot 2018-10-15 at 11.59.22 AMWhen I was a little girl, I lived in my mama’s hometown, Hotchkiss, Colorado.  On my first birthday, I celebrated the day at my grandparent’s house, a small cabin situated on Roger’s Mesa.  One of my gifts from my grandparents was a little piggy bank.  It was a pig in a barrel.  I still have that little bank, and it means the world to me.  According to my mom, my grandparents fussed over this gift before they decided on this little guy.  Sweet memories. Continue reading “The Piggy Bank”

The Gift of the Magpie

5Although it was early that summer morning, the rising temperatures suggested that the day would be another hot one on the dusty mesa. Across the meadow, sheep quietly grazed in the pasture. Lambs jumped and hopped and impishly butted each other; their playful cries broke the stillness of the morning. Since the cows had been milked, they contently grazed in the pasture with the sheep. The glow of the morning sun cast a soft light along the peak of Lamborn Mountain. The morning landscape created a serene view of the North Fork Valley. Continue reading “The Gift of the Magpie”

My Hometown Island: Alameda, California

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Sun swept beaches, glorious sunsets, fog horns sounding on cloudy mornings, and the calls of seagulls along the shores created the perfect hometown, and my childhood days passed on a perfect little island, nestled in the San Francisco Bay. Alameda had that hometown charm and the feel of a small town although Oakland and San Francisco were just miles away.

Although Alameda began as a peninsula, the powers that be decided they needed a canal to help expand the growing shipping industry. Work on this channel launched in 1874, and it was completed in 1902. Continue reading “My Hometown Island: Alameda, California”

What Could go Wrong?

It didn’t take long for them to put two and two together. They quickly discovered the swimming suits signaled that there were two females in the creek without of a stitch of clothing!  Laughing, they started cat calling…

 

When I was younger, Half Moon Bay was one of the best places to visit. The beaches were fantastic, and there were so many places to hike. Many local farms surrounded the area; it was just a great place to escape and enjoy the surrounding beauty. And it was only about 40 miles from home, so it wasn’t a long drive, and when you are a kid, that’s always a plus! Continue reading “What Could go Wrong?”

Extra! Extra! The Latest on Joseph LaDuke

While scrolling through old newspapers for family history, I always felt as though I transported back through time. Reading about the lives of my family and their neighbors and friends have given me a sneak peek into their daily lives. It was enjoyable, a simple pleasure, and I felt a connection to my ancestors that in many ways helped me better understand their lives. Continue reading “Extra! Extra! The Latest on Joseph LaDuke”

Number, Please

The distant ringing of the phone brought her out of her slumber. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and slowly sat up in her bed. Yawning, she looked at the bedside clock. It was almost time to get up anyway. She reached over, picked up the alarm clock and switched it to off. It was probably someone calling for the donut shop again. The two phone numbers were so annoyingly similar, and she received calls from the shop more times than she could count. She made her way to the kitchen to start her coffee. Just as the coffee began to perk, the phone rang again. She grabbed her notepad and pen. She said hello, and the guy on the other end asked, “Is this the donut shop?” Continue reading “Number, Please”

The Ranch

Hotchkiss, Colorado tugs at my heart as one of my favorite places.  To put it simply, Hotchkss feels like home even though I only lived there for a short time when I was younger.  Whenever I find my way back to this little town, I feel like I am right where I belong, and I often feel this is where my story begins.  This place holds precious memories and stories of family.  This mountain view is near the cabin where my grandparents, my mom, and my aunts once lived. Continue reading “The Ranch”