Category Archives: Youth
J is for Jazz
Encyclopedia of Me Meme My senior year in high school I signed up to be the pianist in Jazz band. At school I always played the French horn for everything, and was looking forward to using some of my other … Continue reading
They Call me Chipmunk
*This post is inspired by Karen’s ant pancake All through middle school I had the same science teacher. He was the best science teacher I ever remember having. He was funny and challenging, and especially fair. I went back to … Continue reading
Architecture
Become a Photo Hunter View theblogroll During his youth my father worked in the lookout towers in the mountains of Oregon and Washington. As a child I was regalled with fantastic stories from his experiences. I distinctly recall falling asleep … Continue reading
Filed under Photography, Youth
Honorary Ding-A-Ling
After I gave myself the lawn-mower pedicure I was terrified of someone, or something, running into my foot. A couple days after the incident we were sitting in the family room, my foot propped in the air, examining the shoe … Continue reading
Filed under Goofs, Personal History, Youth
Honorary Ding-A-Ling
After I gave myself the lawn-mower pedicure I was terrified of someone, or something, running into my foot. A couple days after the incident we were sitting in the family room, my foot propped in the air, examining the shoe … Continue reading
You’re Flat!!!
Autumn had settled in and leaves had been drifting to the ground for quite some time. The school year was well in progress and our band director had begun to prepare us for our first concert of the year. We … Continue reading
You’re Flat!!!
Autumn had settled in and leaves had been drifting to the ground for quite some time. The school year was well in progress and our band director had begun to prepare us for our first concert of the year. We … Continue reading
Oh! Those Curves . . .
We never used the word, (I hunker down into a whisper, shifting my eyes from side to side to see if someone else is listening), sexy, in our home. I never heard my parents tossing the word back and forth … Continue reading
Oh! Those Curves . . .
We never used the word, (I hunker down into a whisper, shifting my eyes from side to side to see if someone else is listening), sexy, in our home. I never heard my parents tossing the word back and forth … Continue reading
How to Deal With a Man Eating Dog
Grrr. I have been trying all day to post this on my hubby’s computer in the room right beside my little office. I kept getting the blogger maintenance message,I haven’t been able to post any comments, check anybody’s profile, post … Continue reading
Filed under Memory, Personal History, Youth
