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”
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?”
The Adobe Fire blazes,
yet another pyre to a growing list, Continue reading “Pyres”
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”
Sweet mountain hamlet
restores and calms—
Peaceful encounters hearten
a place within my soul.
Continue reading “Mountain Home”
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”
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”
Aspiring, lifting, daunting
A mountain sentry welcomes
Sierra Continue reading “Sierra”
At the age of four, my family moved to Alameda, California. This little island tucked away in the San Francisco Bay showcased many Victorian homes. These beauties included everything from quaint cottages to astounding mansions and varying sizes in between. While living on the island, children that lived in these houses, often told wild tales about secret rooms or spoke of hidden treasure. My brothers and I would often search for hidden rooms and fortune too. When I was five or six, I did find a prize, an antique teapot from Holland. Continue reading “My Island Home”
I always sort of swooned at the sight of the classic barn structures in central and northern Minnesota, where everything seemed rustic and weathered and made to age gracefully.
When walking through old towns, the weathered buildings and board sidewalks offer a glimpse into a time when life seemed slower and easier. Often I wonder if I were born about a century to late…
Continue reading “Weathered”