Writing Prompt #102


This week I’ve been thinking about checkered things.

checkered heart
checkered bra
checkered shoes

I know – it’s weird, right – what they put checks on these days. But I’m kinda’ diggin’ those shoes!

Anyway, the point I would like to make is that many things we have come to expect to be checkered. Right?

Like checker boards.

Today you will have to use your brain and see how many things you can come up with that are normally expected to be checked – or checkered – whichever.

Make your list and let us know how many you came up with!


Just for Fun

When is the last time you did a puzzle?

I used to LOVE puzzles. When growing up it seemed like my grandmother or my mother had a big puzzle going on a table in the corner all the time.

When I recently discovered that our local library lends out puzzles (I know! Isn’t that a brilliant concept?) I decided to take the grand daughters over there
and get one.

We picked a very cool 500 piece puzzle of an old workshop. It reminded me of my grampa, who was always busy with projects. The perspective of the puzzle was from a corner of the workshop, looking to the outside at another outbuilding with four people preparing to go fishing. The workshop itself is filled with tools, paints, fishing rods, tins, and . . . stuff!

As soon as we got home I opened up the box and began searching for the border pieces. This is about the only time the girls helped me with the puzzle. For about five minutes. :)

It’s okay. I enjoyed working on it. It reminded me of days gone by. Do you know how one memory can lead to another, and another, and then another? Well, that’s what this puzzle did for me. And all the memories were good ones. Happy family. People together, working toward a common goal.

It began on Thursday, and though my granddaughters didn’t participate much, when my son and daughter-in-law came down for dinner later, my daughter-in-law really enjoyed working on the puzzle – thus creating new memories. Which made me think I would re-start what my grandma and mom had done many years ago – have a permanent puzzle table in my home. It’s a nice way to bring people together.

The puzzle

Things I Miss

The video below came my way this morning.

It reminds me that I miss my tap dancing class and all the ladies from the class. I miss looking forward to class each week, and to the excitement of learning a new dance, with new steps. I miss the anticipation of the recital and then the quickness with which it is over. Months of work and it’s over in a few short minutes.

There are a few things I miss in this 21st century life.

Like getting letters in the mail. I’ve always been one who is excited about receiving mail and find few things more disappointing than an empty mailbox at the end of the day. When I was a young girl I used to get letters and cards from my grandmothers. In college I received mail from a lot of people and many times those letters were the highlight of my day. I loved them so much that I still have many of them from over 40 years ago. I have one sitting beside me now, dated July 14, 1969. It was sent to my cousin and I who were 13 then, and at Girl Scout camp. It’s from my younger sister, Diane. She wrote that letter on her 10th birthday. Imagine. She took time on her birthday to write me a letter. It wasn’t an earth shattering letter – was more what you expected in those days from 10 year old letter writers. She asked how we were and then asked a series of questions. She signed it with love and added a “write back” at the end. I can tell from the letter that she took pride in what she was doing – each cursive letter and word carefully crafted. People don’t write letters like they did 44 years and 9 months ago.

Here’s a funny thing. My mom addressed the envelope that contained that letter, but it didn’t have a zip code on it. And it got there anyway. Imagine that.

I miss that kind of care. Once upon a time someone at the USPS cared enough to make sure that letter got to me even without a zip code on it. I remember writing letters to my grandparents and addressing the envelopes with “Grammy” or Grammy and Grampa” and they always got there.

That 1969 letter from my sister had a six cent stamp on it. I miss that too! I miss popsicles I could buy for a nickle that were HUGE, and cherry cokes at the drug store for 10 cents, and gas that was 35 cents a gallon.

I miss my friend Brian, who went with me to the drugstore in the summer after swim lessons and always ordered orange sherbet with butterscotch sauce when he had a quarter. If I had a quarter too, I’d have a scoop of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce and nuts.

I miss being able to eat vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce every day all summer long. And nuts.

This week I’ve called a few people about a few things.

I called Ebay’s customer service to try to resolve a problem with an item I’d purchased. I spoke to a woman with a strong Indian accent and I missed a lot of what she was saying. I asked her to repeat herself – often – and to slow down. I called DirectTV to inquire about satellite television and I spoke to two different women. Both of whom I had to ask to slow down and speak more clearly. They didn’t have accents, but they sure were hard to understand.

I miss the days when people took their time on the phone – maybe because time didn’t mean money.

I miss rotary dial phones because, personally, I thought they were way cooler looking than cell phones.

How cool is this?

How cool is this?

New fangled!

New fangled!

Just like Grammy's!

Just like Grammy’s!

I miss lunches of corn chowder with my Gram.

I miss playing with the phone cord while I talked to my boyfriend for hours, until someone came on the line, frustrated, telling me they needed to make a call. Sometimes that someone else on the line didn’t even live in my house. Imagine that! Conference calls before we even knew what they were :)

There are a lot of things that have gone away that were perfectly good things. I know it’s inevitable that as life goes on things will change. For the most part I’m okay with that. There are some things I miss that I do have control over. . .

. . .like braiding my hair, having litters of kittens in the house, embroidered cotton tops, and Dr. Scholl’s wooden sandals. Yet, I’m not sure I’ll invite them back into my life. Sometimes the memories are enough.

What is it that you miss?

Writing Prompt #101



I don’t believe I’ve ever had a prompt about food, so it’s about time!

Think about those special edibles in your life:

a favorite something your Gramma used to make?

a special birthday meal?

a seasonal favorite (like sugar on snow!)?

Write everything you can about the FOOD! Not the memory associated with it necessarily (we’ll save that one for another time),
but the food itself – the smell, the taste, the texture, the emotions associated with it, the reaction your body has to it. . .

Just Write!

In Less Than a Week

On April 7, 2014 there was still at least a foot of snow surrounding my house.
Actually, there was still some snow on the roof of the sun room, as well.
It seemed it would be a month before it would possibly be gone.

Yet, by April ll – only five days later – the entire yard was clear of snow.
It fell off the roof by Tuesday afternoon and was gone from the deck by Wednesday morning.

All the flower gardens are free of the white stuff and ready to be cleaned up.

It feels like a miracle.

Don’t confuse my yard with reality. I get a lot of sun around my house. There is still snow around the edges, where there is less direct sunlight.

Oh, wait – as I am writing this I see the local flock of turkeys headed through that very field to the apple tree on the other side.
Here’s a good look at the turkeys and the remaining snow.
Turkeys april 13, 2014

Sorry about that – sometimes life takes a little detour :)

Back to the disappearing snows.

There is still plenty of snow on Burke Mountain and they were open this weekend.

So, while Dave was up working for ski patrol. . .and skiing. . .

I took my first bike ride of the season.

Hi Dave!

Hi Dave!

It was 58 degrees out.
I wonder how many places there are in the world where you can ski and ride bikes and watch turkeys walk through your yard within two miles of one another?

It’s a good life.