This may become one of the most interesting THANKSGIVING and Christmas holiday seasons to date.
Author: maryannetuck
The future is right ahead of me and new projects seem to beckon... Friends and memories of times past remain with me today. I love to share my stories along with comments and opinions (of course) of today's challenges. Photography is my hobby and opportunities to capture the scenes before me are mine for the taking. Born and raised in Michigan, the peaceful woods and wildlife trails have always attracted me. Graduating from high school in the early fifties, college was of no interest to me. I have learned one important fact about life; whover decided when a person becomes "old"...didn't know what they were talking about...My theory is; you're as old as you think you are....(I'm thinking about it..haven't decided yet.)
On Her Way To Eternal Life..
Never indulging in self-satisfaction,
Nor pursued by dreams of personal success,
Her simple life was unadorned with expectations.
I BELIEVE
But the best of all things that my two eyes can see,
Is the sight of “Old Glory” as she waves in the breeze.
The Miles Between…
How we live out our purpose,
and with whom we travel,
is our choice.
The Journey Begins..
Remember the promise to beloved schoolmates?
“Our class will be different.
We’ll keep in touch and we won’t forget.”
Guess Who Ran The Red-light..
Trying to navigate the unfamiliar left hand turn at a cross section,
I didn’t see the traffic light.
It was blinking red, apparently.
Letter For A Soldier Returning Home…
The older you grow the greater is your responsibility toward life, society, and the two people who created you, your Mother and Father.
Pearl Harbor…
Tenth Grade English Composition 1951 Mary Anne Whitchurch (Tuck) December 7, 1941 On a cold, grey morning when the fog had yet to rise; The seagulls made a flutter like a bird of paradise. The waves were as a rose vine coils in an arbor, Thus began the day Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. The…… Continue reading Pearl Harbor…
Where’s The Beef?..
When lilac bushes appear in a vacant field,
we know an old Michigan farm
once stood nearby.