Saturday, December 31, 2022
Friday, December 30, 2022
Wednesday, December 28, 2022
Tuesday, December 27, 2022
Monday, December 26, 2022
Saturday, December 24, 2022
Friday, December 23, 2022
This one is not finished yet.
Thursday, December 22, 2022
But this one Christmas Eve, she told me that iffen I was to go out to the barn at midnight, I’d find the old cow and the mule kneeling because the critters in that stable long ago had kneeled to do honor to the baby Jesus.
But at last I had to look. I held my breath and crept forward betwixt the cow and the mule to look in the manger. . .
Let me wipe off my glasses on my apron – they’ve got fogged up somehow. . .
You get to be my age, honey, and so much that you loved is gone . . . but for the memories. I picture it like walking down a long hallway and they's doors on both sides. I can go down a ways and find Cletus, cutting a shine over some new playtoy, or I can go back a mite farther and find Luther and me on a certain snowy night . . .
Course, there's some doors I don't never open -- those lead to the bad memories -- but this one about my Christmas with Granny Beck is mostly all good.
Wednesday, December 21, 2022
Tuesday, December 20, 2022
Monday, December 19, 2022
Saturday, December 17, 2022
The news that there is to be a Barbie movie meant nothing to me. I've always disliked Barbie, who came into being a few years after I'd quit playing with dolls. I never could understand the appeal of a doll that looks like a hooker, having always played with baby dolls or little girl dolls like Josie's Margot and Dolly. I would have loved the American Girl dolls if they'd been around. But that's just me. I know many women who retain fond memories of their Barbies. Josie has some Barbies (not from me) and loves playing with them.
But, when a trusted friend sent me a link to the trailer for the Barbie movie, I took a look. You should too. It's HERE.