“I don’t remember what it was I said one day. I must confess, from a very young age I was prone to say things without thinking. Whatever it was, it offended (her). I was banished from the farm for a year when I was twelve.”
Category: Memories
A lifetime of experiences.
Finding The Thread…
In memory,
a THREAD begins to reveal itself.
Ahead are endless, unplanned days.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
A Holiday Of Love
Holiday Of Love As published in the Houghton Lake Resorter Newspaper1963Mary Anne Whitchurch Tuck“Musings Of A Homemaker” February is the month of sweethearts and historical birthdays. Gifts and cards of caring are abundantly given and received.Red is the color of this holiday of love, representing the warmth and caring which doesn’t end with the passing…… Continue reading A Holiday Of Love
TV Addiction-Not Me
MUSINGS OF A HOMEMAKER-1964 (If your memory doesn’t go back as far as 1964, you may want to get someone to help you read and interpret this.) It should be of increasing concern to America at large that we are all becoming hopelessly addicted to the beckoning television networks. I, for one, have resisted the…… Continue reading TV Addiction-Not Me
My New Year Resolutions 1964
As written by me and published in the local weekly newspaper in my home town, Houghton Lake, Michigan. MUSINGS OF A HOMEMAKER The Houghton Lake Resorter “The time has come’, the walrus said, “to speak of many things, of sailing ships and sealing wax and cabbages and kings” (and my New Year resolutions.) Each of…… Continue reading My New Year Resolutions 1964
One More Package Of Memories
Christmas Memories 1963 (As printed in the Houghton Lake Resorter, Houghton Lake, Michigan Weekly Newspaper- MUSINGS OF A HOMEMAKER by Mary Anne Tuck) The pine tree stands in the corner, colorful but lonely. Gaily wrapped gifts beneath its branches have disappeared. The sweet smell of pine is no longer in the air. Shiny bicycles and…… Continue reading One More Package Of Memories
WHERE THERE IS SADNESS, JOY
She began to talk to me of times of JOY. She spoke of happy things and times and places.
Upon leaving, I said,
”See you when you come home”.
“Ok honey”, she said
THE RESCUE
My husband and I were standing at our living room window, watching a man walking down the distant road. The man lived nearby in a broken down house. Every day he walked two miles to a neighborhood bar where he spent his time.
The SHEPHERD CALLED THEM HOME
The Shepherd’s Barn The Shepherd Called Them Home The quaint old man in knee high boots prepared to call them in…. “Get behind the barn,” he said. “If they see you they won’t come.” “How many sheep?” I asked. ‘Bout 300, lambs ‘n all,” he replied. Now, gesturing toward distant fields, no movement…… Continue reading The SHEPHERD CALLED THEM HOME
Memories, Friends, and Observations 