Category: The Softer Side
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Shuffle off to Buffalo? No, silly. Your list!
Have you ever noticed how things get lost in the shuffle? From the extra sock in the laundry room that hasn’t found its mate, to the health savings card sitting on your desk that needs verification on how much money is left on it, to the pile of stuff at the bottom of the stairs that needs…
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Life Changes
For as long as I can remember, the previous generation or generations have had changes, that they were very vocal about, said changes not being right or not needed. “Things had never been done that way and it makes no sense to change them now”. One of the ‘biggies’ was the automobile. Stories have been…
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Spring Anxiety
It’s that time of year again, when I feel overwhelmed with chores. This happens every year about this time. What few spring cleaning chores I feel I need to do in the house always have to wait until mud season is over. Muddy boots and muddy dogs make it difficult to accomplish much in the…
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What a difference a year makes
It is hard to believe, but it has been a year since COVID-19 reared its ugly head and put us in lockdown. Though I think it was around several months before that, we were made aware of it, and during that time of ignorant bliss, were totally naïve of the “train” that was speeding at us and…
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My Window Feeder
Last Fall I bought a new bird feeder. I have quite a collection of feeders, bird seed and suet, in various stages of disrepair in the cellar and because I can’t throw anything out, they are mounting up. A lot of them claimed to be squirrel proof. No such thing! Occasionally, I would hang a feeder…
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A Different Kind of Pandemic Story
Since the beginning of the pandemic last year, I’ve been thinking a lot about my maternal grandfather. His name was Maurice J. Villemaire, M.D., and he served the town of Milton, Vermont, as a general practitioner for 40 years. He was born in 1902, grew up in Winooski, went to medical school at the University…
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Lost – Found – Give
I do not know about you, but I ‘hate’ to lose something. I would rather drop it and see it run over by a bus (or in my case, an antique car would be more likely) and know its whereabouts and thus know what happened to it. The other is to give it away, I…
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My Gypson Tours
The other day I saw a photo of the car I rode in for the Gypson tour this year. It was BJ Gonet’s 1931 Chrysler, a beautiful car. It was a lovely but cool day and Cousin Hal and I rode in the back with the top down for better visibility. I started out with…
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How much wood can a woodchuck chuck
You all probably know I love to garden. Well, by now I’ve started to put the flower beds to rest for the long winter ahead, but I’ll tell you about my August/September problem. And it turned out to be a BIG problem. It seems we had a gopher invade our lawn. Well, at least that’s…
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Stories for your Grandchildren
I was thinking, the other day, about Covid-19 and what it will be like to be on the other side of this horrible time. Of course, I hope that we will all get to the other side of this virus. Like most things in history at some point our grand or great grandchildren will hear…
