Under His Wings

Mom, Dad, Anna and I 9/7/15 I always love going home and I never like to leave.  After all, it's the place we moved into when I was two and I lived there until almost 19 years ago when I moved here to Elmira.  There's a lot of memories stored in that cape cod house on Montague Street. One great memory jogger was looking on top of my Dad's record shelves.  In the late 70's or early 80's he painted ceramic classical composer busts.   I remember Dad sitting at our kitchen table painting them.  They still adorn the living room 35 years later. Also on the shelf was a 25th anniversary plate I bought my parents 24 years ago.  Next August they will be celebrating their 50th anniversary. Like most visits, this visit was quiet.  We just sat around and talked most of the time.  Some of the time we had our cameras out and were taking pictures. The above picture is one my mom took on her tablet. We had the most delicious meat lovers pizza from a l...

Mom, Dad and I 5/26/12 I had the opportunity to go home to visit my parents yesterday.   What a wonderful time we had!  We had a nice picnic with yummy hot dogs, cabbage salad, pickles and olives and cupcakes for dessert.  It was my Dad's birthday the day before.  After lunch, my mom, Tim, my 3 kids and I played a game of croquet.  What fun memories that brought back.  We used to play a game of croquet at many of our family picnics when I was growing up. It was so neat to see Nate's reaction to the game.   "This is my new favorite sport,"  he kept on saying.   Guess what I'm going to purchase soon!!!!   I'm glad that my kids have shown the desire to continue the family tradition. Then we attempted a Chinese Checkers game.  Trying to play with 6 people was a big challenge.  All our pieces got stuck in the middle.  It was fun trying.  Chinese Checkers was a game I used to play with my G...

There's no place like home! I guess that phrase has gone through my mind a lot watching the Wizard of Oz the past few days, but it really means to me that there's no place like the house I spent nearly 24 years living in..the place where my parents have lived since 1972. Looking out the back door I remember sitting under the big Maple tree and writing in my journal. I also spent hours back there playing baseball and kickball with my neighbors and sledding down our next door neighbor's hill. One year I hit my face against a tree. Going up to what is now my mom's craft/computer room I reminised formulating many hopes and dreams for my life. In the living room, I remembered all the Christmas dinners that we had with my mom's parents, my dad's mom, my great grandma and grandma's aunt Emma. Looking out the front door while waiting for Jason to show up, I became sad looking at my grandparents' house. Memories there could fill another blog entry. I rea...