We each have them living deep within the recesses of our hearts and minds ~ memories that have been made one moment…one day…one event at the time. I have 62 years worth. Well, okay, maybe I can’t remember THAT far back. Just like most of you, some of the memories I think I have are maybe just stories that I’ve heard so often that I just think I can remember them.
Memories are precious things. They allow people, places and events that have happened in our lives to go on living in our hearts and minds. You already know that I’m a Southern girl. Now, you know that I’m maybe just a wee bit sentimental. Family is very important to me…just as, most likely, it is to you. Our families have helped to shape us into the individuals we are today…given us our sense of deep worth, our values as well as our brown eyes and freckles. I’ll try not to bore you in the coming days and months or however long it takes me to sort out the stories of my life…as well as share a lot of creations with you.
I confess I’m happiest when: I’m outdoors and the sun is shining (although I love a good, slow rain), everyone is well and happy, I can visit or at least see/talk with my children and grandchildren by phone, as well as the rest of my family and friends who are far away from me, and when I’m in the midst of creating SOMETHING!
I will look forward to sharing those memories and stories with you, as well as the creations… whether it’s a sewing project, story, quilt, lame attempt at knitting, or a simple culinary creation.
Please, take a moment to leave a comment and let me know you’ve tuned in…I’d love to hear from you!
Blessings to you,
Hello, my name is Amanda and I live in Monroe WA. I’m on DF and decided to come over here to “meet” you. I just want to say that you are a wonderful artist in many ways. You have a skill with writing to make the reader feel like they are there with you in your stories. I love to read the things you’ve written. I think the 50’s were a safer simpler time and oh how I long to have been a part of them. When I read your stories it’s like I was. I can “remember” right along with you. Thank you for that. I feel like I can get a grasp of that dream, even for a little bit. Continue to write b/c somewhere there’s always someone who is dying to read it. Thank you again for sharing your precious memories with us!
Thank you so much, Amanda, for your kind words and sweet compliment. The 50’s and 60’s were indeed a special time to have grown up in…It’s a blessing to be able to write about it. Please come back and share as often as you can.