She could never say goodbye after we visited. As we parted at the airport gate, whether in Pittsburgh or St. Pete, she would hug me and say, "I don't like goodbyes so I'm just going to say see ya for coffee." Dottie, eight years older than me, was the youngest of my older cousins, all …
Category: Memories
I Will Miss the Smile & The Wave
Dashing to the mailbox at the end of the sidewalk without a coat or hat on a cold early November day, I heard the voice from across the street. "Where is your coat?! Where is your hat?! You are gonna get sick!" I knew before I even glanced across the street it was Ron retrieving …
The House Is Gone
(originally published on an old blog several years ago) The house is gone ... just found out this week that it has been torn down. The house hasn't been in the family for four decades, but occasional trips back to the old hill indicated a sadly serious case of neglect by subsequent owners. So, the …
St. Francis And The Maple Tree
It was a stick. His broad smile clearly indicated his satisfaction as he proudly proclaimed he got it at such a bargain price. It looked like a stick -- a dead stick poking out of a small round burlap sack filled with soil. It was supposed to be the maple tree he had been wanting …
Memorable Vignettes 