My granddaughter has recently started peppering me for stories from when I was a young girl. It’s been fun to look back and share some of my foibles, lessons, and laughter with her. One afternoon, we were sitting at her dining table while she munched on a few of my homemade biscuits. Watching her enjoy them reminded me of another story—a biscuit story from long ago. I was about ten, and I belonged to a 4-H club that focused on cooking and sewing. For the county fair, I decide

Okay, I’ll begin with a quick poll. Would you prefer to enjoy your family and friend gatherings around a crowded table, or would you prefer to dine with a bit more elbow room? There’s no wrong answer—just a personal preference, and that’s absolutely fine. I grew up in a small home with a two-seat kitchen bar for breakfast, and a dining table where Mom, Dad, my sister, and I sat each evening. But when the holidays came, both sets of grandparents, and my great-grandfather would

Homemade costumes, a friendly neighborhood to trick-or-treat, and grainy, black and white photographs—that was my Halloween childhood. I’m not pining for the “good old days.” Growing up in the 1960s had its own challenges. But I will say this: life felt simpler. Like Boomers say, we only had three television stations, and our telephones were attached to the wall. We went to school and then home—not so many after-school activities. On Halloween night, I’d walk around the block

I found myself sitting in a waiting room while my young granddaughter worked with a reading tutor. Through the wall, I could hear her carefully practicing vowel sounds. In the next room, a high school student wrestled with trigonometry. I sat in one of the old wooden chairs, next to a bookshelf full of classical literature. Looking around, I noticed an antique typewriter and 1900s telephone. It struck me that anyone waiting in this room was surrounded by the past, while liste

While exploring our woodland acreage, our granddaughter staked out a trail that led to a place where she could be by herself in nature. She turned to Papa and said, “Can you make me a little bench?” Together they chose some beautiful pieces of maple wood. But she had one very specific request about where it should go — “I want to sit where I can’t see any buildings.” She had to return home before the bench was finished, but Papa brought it to her house so she could try it out

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Typically, the church choir would file in from the entrance behind the pipe organ, along the side of the sanctuary. But today, they were...

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Meet Dino—the delightfully smiling creature peering over a residential fence on a busy street. Throughout the year’s holidays, Dino...