All of our children’s lives we taught them the important rules of life…say your prayers; respect your elders; have a good attitude; always use the magic words; cover your mouth when you cough; use a tissue when you sneeze; never pick your nose in public; and never, never buy a dog from a pet store.
At the risk of sounding like “Rain Man”, I would like to say, “I’m an EXCELLENT speller.” I don’t know why, but it’s something that has always come very easy to me. I can spell almost anything including, “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious”. Maybe it’s because my Mother taught me to read when I was three, maybe it’s because I’m practically a registered logophile, maybe it’s because I’m just a word nerd; but whatever the reason is, there it is. I can spell.
“You’re the perfect size for a jockey.”
So said my High School Guidance Counselor when we met to have that all important discussion of what I wanted to be when I grew up. I thought this an odd statement to make to a female high school student but, then again, it was the 70’s and he did kind of look and smell like he’d been smoking…something. I admit that I briefly considered this suggestion; I do like horses. However, since my only real experience was riding a Shetland pony in my cousin’s backyard, I came to the very grown-up conclusion that this was probably not a good idea.
In the year 2000, Albert Einstein was voted Time Magazine’s Person of the Century; the Yankees won the World Series; a gallon of gas cost $1.56; and the Erma Bombeck Writer’s Workshop at the University of Dayton was born. I didn’t know this Workshop existed until 2016 when my, soon-to-be Fairy Blog Mother, Bonnie told me we should go to the next one in 2018.
And so, last week we went.
For the past few weeks, our church has been talking about diversity. Diversity defined is the state or fact of being diverse; difference, unlikeness; variety and multiformity; the inclusion of individuals representing more than one national origin, color, religion, etc. Needless to say, we have a lot of ‘diversity’ in our family.
Grandma Moon lived with us for all of my growing-up years. In fact, I never remember a time when she didn’t live with us. Gram was the only grandmother, really the only grandparent, I had. I remember her clearly and fondly and often. Gram loved to read and be read to. She loved watching Merv Griffin at night and she always had a stash of Vanilla Wafer cookies hidden in her room that my siblings and I would, occasionally, loot. She helped me learn how to sew, her mother had been a seamstress. She shared my love for fabric and we’d go on outings to the fabric store that would thrill nobody but us. She taught me how to crochet and tried to teach me how to knit. When I dropped more stitches than I knit, she’s the one who told me plainly, “Roxanne, I love you. You cannot knit.” Grandma and I shared a lot things… Continue reading
Since moving to Florida in 1998, and having quite a bit of family and friends in the North, we have often referred to our home as the “Chin Inn”. Much of our family has followed us down here, but the “Inn” is still open for the remnant still up in New Jersey and other places that are frozen at this time of year. We have always enjoyed sharing our home with dear friends and family.