Tag: <span>memories</span>
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A long, long time ago, when the forests were untouched, a water goddess named Isara lived in the deep valleys of the Alps. She was the guardian of the clear spring water, ensuring that nature flourished around her.
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This probably will sound weird, but I use the same cream my grandma used in her youth and throughout her life. Nivea, the most affordable face cream you can think of, is the one brand I trust.
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In September 2010, we walked into a pawn shop in Memphis, Tennessee, and placed a used desktop computer on layaway. Their asking price was $225, and we could pay it off $50 a week. One of these marvelous all-in-one desktops — it came with a wired mouse and a keyboard, and even a monitor.
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I heard the same warning when I was a child. Watching too much “Bonanza” or “Star Trek” would make my eyes fall out. A warning, given at a time when we only watched TV at night, perhaps for an hour or two.
Oh, the tales we hear when we are children.
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When it happened I knew it would never be the same. We were not friends, just a group of older ladies who liked walking and hiking. We met once or twice a month and explored different areas together. Summer or winter, sunshine or snow, we enjoyed nature.
This beautiful sculpture called “Journeys” can be found in the entry area of the Stefanie Spielman House in Columbus, Ohio.
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That’s an easy one. My Dream Chocolate Bar is as light as a Milky Way that swims in milk. Of course, you only know that if you are my age because we can’t remember what we ate or wore yesterday, but we remember old lyrics and old commercials (not so sure if this is helpful).
Whenever it rained, I walked funny. I wore my rubber boots with pride. I liked to play in the ditch behind our farm where I caught tadpoles in spring. But when it rained, I clenched my toes inside my boots, in case a worm would accidentally find its way into my shoe. The logic of a child. My grandma let me walk funny, she knew I would grow out of it.