Being 21, it’s difficult nowadays to imagine myself treating my older siblings in the manner I see my younger brothers and sister treat me. There was a time when I looked upon my older brother and sister and saw them in a glowing light, similar to what a child sees in an adult.
Mom’s Exercise Routine Goes Bad
I think I was in shock that I couldn’t stop this kid on his bike, and then I remember flying through the air. That is when I screamed. Then there was this peaceful moment when I could hear nothing, no birds, no screaming, no kids playing somewhere near the accident there was just this beautiful, peaceful silence.
I Have a Rose Garden
“…her words have disappeared, (but) her meaning is still with me…”
The New Kid In Town
It’s not every day that a child is born who changes the way you are living to such a degree and in such a profound way that you have no idea what day it is or what time it is, and you don’t really care.
The Burdens of Feddal and Others of the Clan
She was led, while a child, to see the retreating forces of Charles Edward (i.e. Bonnie Prince Charlie) pass from Falkirk to Culloden. Her uncle, the Laird of Feddal and Shawn, in whose house she was brought up followed the fortunes of the Prince to battle, was never more heard of, alive or dead.
A Journey to Spirit #5: The Clothesline Romance
Life was good. In his hay day, Boo ran The Boat House that sat next door to the Shady Rest on the beachfront in Qualicum. I can still smell the French fries and vinegar, their scent tantalizing my grumbling stomach after a full day of swimming and playing in the sun.
A Journey to Spirit #4: Memories
We weren’t perfect, but we certainly had fun. Summers were spent lounging on the porch of the old log house, dressing up and playing in the shed or enjoying a day at the beach. We played cards and Yahtzee, drank iced tea and listened through the heat as the sound of the bees zipped in and around us and then slipped away.
Rob Roy Meets James Burden
Here a desperate combat ensued with both men slightly wounded but neither gaining the advantage until Burden’s sword snapped off at the hilt. The Laird of Feddal “expecting to be instantly stabbed to the heart, sprang back and bared his chest to his foe.”
A Journey to Spirit #3: The “Buss Stop”
Every summer when I was a child was spent with my grandparents in Qualicum Beach, a small, quaint town on the East Coast of Vancouver Island in Canada. Their magical log home, missing square corners and fancy furnishings, was named ‘The Buss Stop’ …by me. This is why.
Family History
When living in a retirement home, sometimes it takes a little bit of ingenuity, creativity, and wit to keep the family coming back for more. Your family history doesn’t have to be boring, but it does have to be consistent.
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