I have always considered myself to be a friend’s friend, someone who could share in another’s successes with as much enthusiasm as the actual achiever. And it’s a really good gig, sharing the joys of others.
I’ve been on vacation this week. David flew in from Idaho for our anniversary party and has spent the week with us. Steven took the week off to visit with David.
Fifty years, a half a century, a lifetime in some cultures.
It’s a long time, no matter how you count it. Not as long as 72, if you are keeping tab of birthdays, but obviously a milestone when it comes to wedding anniversaries.
Some of you have mentioned seeing our wedding picture in the paper a week or so ago. I have appreciated the congratulations we've received for our 40th wedding anniversary both in person and with the many cards we've gotten.
I have to swallow hard to get my pride down and admit that after a recent venture north into Huskerland — more specifically to Omaha for a Newspaper Association Managers friend’s being honored by the placing of his “Face on the Barroom Floor” at the Omaha Press Club — I am impressed.
“To let friendship die away by negligence and silence, is certainly not wise. It is voluntarily to throw away one of the greatest comforts of this weary pilgrimage.” — Samuel Johnson, 1782
May is a busy month for students and teachers alike.
Elementary students get to go on field trips –– roller skating, visiting museums and zoos. Spring music programs are scheduled to show off the talents of said students. Gyms are decorated for prom. Final tests are given and seniors prepare for graduation.
I've had a couple of experiences in the recent past that have made me think about how brave I am.
I haven't always felt being brave was necessary for me. After all, I have this big, strong husband and five equally as strong sons who would, I'm certain, protect me with their lives –– no matter what the circumstances.
It all began when I was a little girl — my obsession with television and movies, that is.
You see, as a baby, and then as a young child sticking me in front of the television seemed to be the only thing that kept me out of my mother's hair for years. It's not that I necessarily even watched it, I just like to have it on near me.
The weather is becoming more spring-like here in Nodaway County with cool temperatures but the science fiction forecasters are predicting a warming trend.
There seems to be a new wave of TV viewing these days. I keep hearing discussion of these new programs. What's the topic of conversation? Big families.
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