memories
December 31, 2008
- DANCING THROUGH LIFETonight is New Year’s Eve, and I know many people will be dancing when the clock strikes midnight, flipping time over to 2009. I won’t be dancing this year. I haven’t danced in a long time, at least not in public. It’s not because I can’t dance. I dance by myself in my house. Sometimes I pick up my little dog and dance around with her, because when she sees me ...
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December 25, 2008
- My mother's grandfather was in vaudeville. Every Christmas her Pappy perpetuated the Santa ruse with aplomb. My mom was a champion of truth and justice from a young age. Each year she intuited that something was afoot, that Santa's lap was very reminiscent of another she was used to bounce upon, and inquired after the resemblance. Every year she was assured that the likeness was a coincidence, ...
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December 24, 2008
- Well here it is Christmas Eve and the weather is frightful - warming temperatures and rain mixing with all the snow creating my least favourite winter effect - slush.Christmas comes with lots of expectation; presents, food, and being home for the holidays. I am not sure where my home really is; my loyalties are divided between two hemispheres and three continents but the food ties me to all of ...
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December 23, 2008
- In the late morning of Thursday, November 7, 1996, Jaja Anucha Wachuku, my father's elder brother - my uncle - whom I was so close to went the way of all mankind. He was 78 having been born in 1918. I was devastated; but took firm courage knowing that within the depths of my soul lies the overwhelming inspiration and spirit of excellence plus love, servant leadership, taking things one day ...
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December 7, 2008
- Gerald got down the big boxes of Christmas decorations from the high closet shelf for me. Maybe I should say big boxes of memories rather than decorations. The beautiful porcelain angels for the top of the piano that a long-ago Sunday School class gave me, cause me to think of Brenda, Shirley, Tom, Keith, Roger, Renee, and the others in that class as I place them.. Somewhere else (evidently ...
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December 7, 2008
- Once in the year that my marriage truly failed, my then spouse and I traveled to Cabo San Lucas for a vacation, the kind that we might call last ditch, last hope. Though at the time, we thought of it as the coming-back-together vacation.It was near Christmas, and we beat the rush of tourists by just a couple of days, the brand new hotel empty and echoing for those first two days. By the end, ...
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November 15, 2008
- OATMEAL BY CANDLELIGHT One of my granddaughters, three and three-fourths years of age, along with her dad and mom, came to visit the first weekend in October.For whatever reason, she and her older sister think that I make the best oatmeal in the world. I suspect it’s because they have been used to eating instant oatmeal. I make the five-minute version.My granddaughter’s mom was attending a ...
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October 27, 2008
- The love the man has for his wife is discernible, even from a distance. Each step she takes is patiently and gently supported and encouraged by him. As they draw closer I recognise them and even though the woman has aged considerably, there is still an outline to her than makes her appear familiar. The man remembers me. As a child I played with their children. Attended the birthday parties ...
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October 13, 2008
- I saw a very interesting clip from PBS that states sleep is a necessity for us to have a deep understanding of ourselves. I can state through my experience that sleep does help you understand things of our past in our unconscious mind. For example, when we are depressed we want to sleep a lot. Could it be that depression is related to a sleep deprivation not made conscious, but made real by ...
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October 7, 2008
- Can a house make a political statement? I think all homes do. How we live is how we think. Like politicians do, promises are made and broken inside these very homes; we have popularity stakes and competition and the level of how far we have reached is charted within the confines of these structures. I think my sense of rootlessness is partly because of the homes I have lived in despite the ...
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