Memories of Mine
A Final Farewell
It was a lonesome August day in 2012, a few months after my grandmother Noreen had passed away. My gram and I shared a special bond – she was like a second mother to me, since I spent most of my childhood at her house in Keenans. It was one of those days when the…
Read MoreIt Always Snowed On Christmas Eve: Memories of a Christmas Past
As a kid growing up in the eighties, in the time of wood-paneled walls and party lines, Christmas held a special place in my heart. The holiday season, with its sparkling lights and the excitement of Santa’s arrival, was pure magic. The anticipation of Christmas, for me, always began with the arrival of the Sears…
Read MoreThe House That Built Me: Memories of My Grandmother’s Home in Keenans
As the famous song once said, “A House is not A Home,” but this one certainly was. It was a place where memories were made, stories were shared, and love was felt. It was a place where family gathered for Sunday dinners and Christmas Eve gift openings. It was a place where neighbors became friends,…
Read MoreMemories of Mama: A Tribute to My Grandmother
“Where should we start?” she asks while rocking in her rocking chair, sipping her tea, with both her dogs curled around her feet. “At the beginning, I suppose”, I reply. And so it begins. It was the spring of 1922; May 27th to be exact. At a little house near “The Forks”, where the Cains…
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