It was a beautiful fall day when I caught my first glimpse of Guy. The day stirred with magic. We met through the personal ads in the local newspaper, and I felt it just added to the charm, for it was really love at first sight.
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’s for Supper?
On the days mom would make my favorite dinner, I knew immediately what we were having for supper. The mixture of flour and herbs filled the air. The sound of the butter crackling in the oven caught my attention. Flour dusted the countertops, and potatoes boiled on the stove. When mom fixed my favorite meal, she would fix fried chicken, potato salad, and corn on the cob. Sometimes she would add macaroni salad to the mix and often she included a large leafy green side salad too. But when she made her fried chicken, everyone came running. It was the perfect summertime meal. Continue reading “What’s For Supper?”
Surprised, Harold just stared at his wife.
As the mother cuddled her newborn, her heart swelled with love for this precious new life. She breathed in his sweet baby scent and held him closer. “Little Billy,” she cooed. The name just did not sit well with the new mom. “You just do not look like a Billy.” As she held the baby close, her husband walked into her hospital room. Continue reading “And Baby Makes Five Part II”
Three years ago, I had a little spitfire that entered into my sixth-grade class, and she was a teacher’s worst nightmare. Amelia had an infectious smile that was somewhat crooked in nature, for it veered off at awkward angles. When she was about to be naughty, her eyes would gleam, and she would give that crooked little smile. It was like a beacon to those around her that Amelia was about to rock someone’s world, and not for the better. That glimmer in her eye warned others to take a step or two in the opposite direction because one never quite knew what she was going to do next. Continue reading “My Favorite Problem Child”
When Jessie smiles, my world is perfect! Love her toothless grin! Continue reading “Jessie’s Smile”
Two years ago, I decided to take a leap of faith and try something new. In April 2016, I began my blog, Tales of a Family. When I started, I wanted a place to save and share the stories and histories that I discovered as I researched my family tree. Over the years, it has expanded as I began to share my poetry and short stories too. This journey has been so incredible, for I have found a great place to meet beautiful people who share my passion for writing. Through this adventure, I have met the kindest people. This morning I learned that one of my all-time favorite bloggers nominated me for the Mystery Award. Continue reading “The Mystery Blogger Award”
One family tradition I enjoyed as a child was Easter Sunday. It was a time for family and fun. We would all dye Easter eggs, and mom made sure that each of her five chicks had at least a dozen eggs to color. Coffee cups held the many colors of green, yellow, purple and pink, and I always loved the fact that the inside of each cup remained a lovely Easter shade until the color slowly faded away until the following year.
We would all gather around the kitchen table, excited, and everyone would start talking at once. My brothers tried to prolong the egg dying experience for as long as possible, and well, sometimes their eggs would turn out to have the strangest colors imaginable. My eggs, on the other hand, reigned supreme with soft regal pastel colors. Some had polka dots, or rabbit faces created with coloring crayons and then dye. But no matter how they turned out, we enjoyed them, and my mama would make us feel like we were little Michelangelos in the world of Easter Eggs. Continue reading “Easter Sunday”
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”
As a child, I was blessed to have my maternal grandparents live on the same little island in California. Their sweet presence made a positive impact on my life, and I enjoyed spending time with them, especially when I could spend the night. Continue reading “Cowgirls and Freckles”