Getting on a bit now and the dear old wife passed on a few years back. It's Christmas Day and the sleet is turning to snow. It's funny that, I can make believe it's the bad weather stopping family and people coming round to wish me a happy Christmas. But I've got my memories and some ...
There’s a wooden trolley with wheels from an old pram, string on the front axle to steer. My trusty blue spud gun sits next a potato with loads of holes in it, so I steal another one. And a brass oil can used on my bike chain and wheels, had a little pump on the top of it.
I have a hard time speaking of my parents and yet, my children, have a need to know these things I have buried away inside. My son and I went to Los Angles to hear a band that was playing there. On the way home he asked me about mother and I froze
Touching and fun fond memories as a lil girl that I just had to share with the rest of the world.
This poem relates about hope beyond hope.It also shares some struggles in the past and such struggles led the person to succeed.
A child's memory the summer that she experienced her first roller coaster ride.
Based on a true story, this short memoir relives a tragedy that still haunts me and still leaves me wondering, What could I have done?
As he becomes more attuned to life in the physical world my time with Patrick John grows shorter.
It is very proposed that you invest sooner or later inspecting the local sustenance of Thailand as you may be shocked at exactly how delightful and balanced it is.
Maintenance of diaries in a chronological manner is an important event in life. Those who do not maintain diaries should be encouraged to cultivate the habit in a regular fashion. Under any circumstances, should we not ignore the writing of diaries dail...
Tanka is a japanese poetry-form, written using 31 syllables or less, in short/long/short/long/long format. Rose is the symbol of love, and our memories are assosciated with the people we love--let it be anyone.
This is just a wirte I made about myself. Something I don't tell other people.
A memory ingrained only You may make any comment you feel like but first feel the pain
Still trying to help my sons I continue to make matters worse until I hit upon a brilliant plan.
This is that hallow place in our loneliness where memories come calling and we go tumbling into dreams of our own.
An unforgettable cricket match of the century played between two local forces which are from the battlefield of Punjab.
What we are and what we will be? ... What we are and what we will be?
I was saved by the Grace of God through Jesus Christ. This is my story
Memories of a bye gone era that could manifest today and rekindle societies balance.
There is so much wisdom that we can glean from our older relatives and friends. Take the time to hear their stories. They will stay with you for a lifetime.
Some people come to borrow money, but others only wanted him for pepper When flattery fails and the frowned desire cease only the truth half succeeds, The Old Englishman with ancient skills; would cook a big pot of breadfruit dinner, And give everyone sitting on the veranda ten times...
One man's treasure is sometimes another man's trash. What is the true value of memories? A very short piece on generational differences.
This short piece looks at coinciding events of the past and how they color the present, no matter how we try to move forward.
I was just ten years old, it was my grandmothers wake. She died after fighting cancer for years. People spoke words of how she was at peace, she was no longer in pain, or fighting. As comforting as it seemed I couldn't help but be mad. Mad that cancer is how some people remembered ...
What started me off on this idea was the period in my life that I become a self employed housewife. By self employed I mean, I started my own leather-work business in a garage of a rented property in Durban- South Africa I had so many photos of my leather-work, and the trade shows I ...