It’s been many months since I saw any grandchildren. On Saturday, Rob and Tara stopped by with Aryana and Caleb.
More joy entered my house that day.
After lunch, Aryana gave me a brief gymnastic demonstration by doing a backbend.
The future will bring more fun with my children and grandchildren.
Eventually, we’ll have another Manzke campout in my backyard.
I can’t wait for summer when my world will open more.
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Families are all different. Members in one family are not identical either. This reading shows how two of our children had different sleep habits.
As a good mother, I got up early with the lark and stayed up late with the owl. No wonder I was tired most of the time. I was trying to burn my candle at both ends.
Are you a lark or an owl? I’ve changed over the years. I’m more of a lark these days.
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Snowsuits were handed down as our children grew. In this account from 1988 I tell about snowsuits that almost didn’t make it through to spring.
The expense of a new snowsuit wouldn’t have fit our budget, even if one could found for sale.
The eighties gave us many problems. Money was tight. I always say we hung onto our farm by the skin of our teeth. Sadly some of our friends lost farms.
We did our best, even patching a disintegrating snowsuit helped save money.
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Each chapter of my novel Chicken Charlie’s Year is a story in itself.
Today I’m reading my version of Dad’s childhood story about getting broken cookies.
I hope you enjoyed the portion I read.
Yes, this book is still available for purchase from me and at Sissy’s in Seymour. It can also be found on Amazon as a paperback and large print, and on digital Kindle.
A book for people of all ages.
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“Dad tell it again.” As a child, I pestered my dad to tell about getting broken cookies.
This rendition was written by my dad in the 1980s. The remembrance centers on a time in the 1930s when he was a kid.
Patsy Ann’s Cookies was a special place for many people during the Great Depression. Getting broken cookies wasn’t something that happened often, but when it did the whole family celebrated.
I adapted this story for my novel, Chicken Charlie’s Year.
I’ll share my broken cookie chapter tomorrow, so remember to come back.
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