Tell It Like It Was!

Can’t Take It Any More! I thought “the cough” would stop if I ignored it, but it didn’t. How long does it take to destroy “the way it was” and make it “the way it is now”? How long does a “childhood cough” remain hidden behind the alphabet, before someone notices? At first it was… Continue reading Tell It Like It Was!

PEARL HARBOR

Tenth Grade English Composition  1951 Mary Anne Whitchurch (Tuck) December 7, 1941  On a cold, grey morning when the fog had yet to rise; The seagulls made a flutter  like a bird of paradise. The waves were as a rose vine  coils in an arbor, Thus began the day   Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. The… Continue reading PEARL HARBOR

RESPECTFULLY YOURS?

It was a different time when I was growing up In the forties and fifties. We didn’t have much first-hand information about disrespect, but we knew a lot about “respect”. Start with the flag, you know the one; stars, stripes, red white and blue?Remember when we stood up when the Star Spangled Banner was played… Continue reading RESPECTFULLY YOURS?

Alive and In Step. .

Galatians 5:25 Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit (NIV). Walking is good for me. It’s good for body and soul; a clear mind, ears that hear the smallest bird that sings and legs that strengthen as I increase the distance. Wildlife hides from me. Though often seen… Continue reading Alive and In Step. .

A Holiday Of Love

Holiday Of Love As published in the Houghton Lake Resorter Newspaper1963Mary Anne Whitchurch Tuck“Musings Of A Homemaker” February is the month of sweethearts and historical birthdays. Gifts and cards of caring are abundantly given and received.Red is the color of this holiday of love, representing the warmth and caring which doesn’t end with the passing… Continue reading A Holiday Of Love

One More Package Of Memories

Christmas Memories 1963 (As printed in the Houghton Lake Resorter Weekly Newspaper- MUSINGS OF A HOMEMAKER) The pine tree stands in the corner, colorful but lonely. Gaily wrapped gifts beneath its branches have disappeared.  The sweet smell of pine is no longer in the air. Shiny bicycles and curly haired dolls have gone from view.… Continue reading One More Package Of Memories