I had to swallow any thought of panic. My right cheek was right at the water level and any movement splashed more mud into my face. I was getting very cold. My helmet had to stay above water or it might short out and plunge me into darkness. I became acutely aware that I was stuck in a rock tube…..
Share a favorite photo…does it remind of a special time…is their a story buried here?
What are you thankful for this year? Or share a favorite Thanksgiving memory.
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.
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.
Home is where the heart is…what does this phrase mean to you?
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.
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”
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.
What childhood memories flood your mind? What childhood activities did your ancestors enjoy? Share your memories with us! Continue reading “Childhood”