Month: November 2023

That time of year is upon us once again.  Thanksgiving brings families together, and it’s a time to reminisce about those we have had, those that are the future, and the people that have gone before us. This year, we’re gathering at our house – Susan’s sister and husband, our nephew and his family, and of course, Betsy. The last time we hosted, I suggested as something interesting a “game bird medley” – the supermarkets now sell duck and goose.  I thought it would be a change, but Herself and my sister-in-law shot that down faster than a Chinese spy balloon. I had a long conversation with my sister the other night, and we talked about family remembrances and happy times. All of us have tales of Thanksgivings past that solicit smiles and warm memories. Some I’ve included in previous posts, but I think they bear repeating now. These are some of mine.  Whether you’ve seen them before or they’re new, enjoy!

Continue reading “Thankful Memories, Once Again”

This blog is a follow-up to my highly successful ones on obituaries, which featured the best and worst things to include in them.  If I live long enough, I’ll republish them or include them in my humorous memoirs.  On occasion, I’d tell my students to watch what they said out loud, because it was all fair game for my memoirs.  Several gave me a couple of chapters worth.  But I digress.

Continue reading “Bring Back Gravestone Inscriptions”

I wrote a few years back that there comes a time, for all of us, when gravity is no longer our friend.  Our fingers, arms, and legs don’t really work in concert the way they did when we were in our thirties and forties.  Ok, maybe even our fifties and sixties. I know what the scientists will say – that we need gravity so that things don’t just drift about like in a space capsule.  Ok, understood.  Force of gravity however, isn’t the only lead indicator that we’re not quite as functional as we used to be. Our lifestyles too have dramatically changed – some elements for the better, some perhaps not.  I don’t believe for a minute that 70 is the new 50, except for Joe Biden and Jane Fonda.  Eyes, teeth, and joints aren’t buying it either.  But all of those little things keep announcing to us, like a bullhorn, that time is marching on. So, you know you’re getting older when . . . . .

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