For about 10 to 12 years of my life there was only one person, in the whole world, that I saw year round. And that was my younger brother. Our parents divorced when I was about four years old. And after a couple of years they lived about 1000 miles apart. So they had to figure out a way for my brother and me … Read the rest…
Tag Archives: nostalgic memories
Every day has challenges. And challenges don’t play favorites. They happen to the rich and poor, the beautiful and ugly, the short and tall, the fat and thin, and the old and young. Hopefully, you realize that you gotta face those challenges head on. Yeah, you can run headlong into them with your eyes wide open, or you can try to sleepwalk around. But … Read the rest…
I’ve shared the story before how my younger brother and I lived with my grandparents, my dad’s parents, for a little while. This was way back closer to the middle of the last century. In Norman, Oklahoma. And my parents were getting divorced. So my dad made sure my brother and I had a stable home to stay in while they went through the … Read the rest…
Today I read a few snippets of articles that talked about the value of scripture memorization when it comes to teaching kids about faith in Jesus and His word. That brought back memories of vacation Bible school in a small eastern Kansas town. The VBS teacher certainly encouraged scripture memorization. So, being the eager sort of nerd I was to show teachers and other … Read the rest…
30 thousand miles, added to the odometer of my new ‘73 Ford Maverick, in one year. And that’s a lot of miles for a guy whose drive to work was only about a mile and a half. But it’s also a lot of other stuff. A lot of miles, memories, and consonants and vowels I racked up so much more than just a bigger-than-normal … Read the rest…
Sometimes I remember better days like this. Lying on a warm sidewalk, in the first week of June. Just a young boy, on Summer vacation, in a small Kansas town, with nothing much to do but enjoy the warm sidewalk and ponder big thoughts. Yeah, when I remember better days, big thoughts are always included. Because I always wanted to figure out things like: … Read the rest…
Way back in the 20th century, in a little Kansas town, of barely 1500 people, T-bud enjoyed summertime. In fact, he didn’t just enjoy it, he could barely wait for it every year. Yeah, you’d have a hard time finding anyone in the whole world who loved summertime more than T-bud. Every year he begged his mom, for weeks, to let him go barefoot. … Read the rest…