Finally, it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas in our house as well. We spend all weekend long decorating the house inside and out and we put up our Christmas tree.
Tag: <span>memories</span>
I just spend a few hours in my kitchen preparing food for our annual Thanksgiving feast tomorrow. Our fridge is full; there is not an inch of space left on the shelves. The vegetable drawers and the door spaces are filled up and overflowing with food and beverages.
Aren’t all men romantic? Aren’t they supposed to sweep us of our feet and lay us down on a bed of rose paddles, in a room with flickering candles while soft, romantic music is playing in the background?
My husband comes home in the evening and he turns on the TV. It’s his favorite past time entertainment. News, sports, shows and documentaries, there is always something on, that is worth watching. Some shows I like and we watch them together, but often I lose interest and my mind wanders of.
My first crush, oh my Gosh I remember it so well. I came home and I was mad. An older boy had pushed me and when I got up complaining about it, he had pushed me again. We were working in the fields and I didn’t stop talking about it.
I read the prompt in the morning and couldn’t come up with anything, I couldn’t think about a toy that was precious or special to me. I went in my workshop and thought about it some more. All day long during my work I thought about my childhood room, and all kind of precious childhood memories came to my mind and made me smile. Still I didn’t “see” a favorite toy in my memory.
I remember the last day in school, like it was yesterday -it was 35 years ago. I had spent the last 9 years here at the boarding school, so far away from home and it felt bitter sweet. We all were excited, children and adults were running around like chickens. It was time for our theater play, afterwards the nuns and our choir would sing for the last time, before it was time to part.
This was a time consuming prompt, since I had to write page one and two of my biography first, so I could finally make it to page three (yeah right).
Let me take a wild guess, you just read the headline and you have no idea who Winnetou is. My childhood hero, the Mescalero-Apache chief I fell in love with when I was young, is hardly known here in the US.
I don’t know exactly why I do this, but whenever I have to say Goodbye to a beloved friend or family member, I buy a plant. Even for our four-legged family members. Sometimes for the outside, either a tree or a rosebush, often Orchids for the inside.