Broken cookies – a true story

Family, Memories

“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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A Sunny video

Sunny

Car-E my cat has been in many blogs/videos. I thought it was about time Sunny took center stage.

Sunny begs for treats.

I noticed something the other day.

Tossing and handing treats to Sunny gets different responses from him.

He thinks about what is handed to him and sniffs it, but he gobbles whatever is tossed in the air.

I thought that interesting.

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A call interrupted

Columns, Family, speaking

When we were raising our young family, I figured it was a good thing we didn’t live in an apartment. Our pack of loud-mouths would have gotten us kicked out for disturbing the peace. On the farm they could make all the noise they wanted and they sure did.

This remembrance is a time when noisy kids almost cost me a speaking job.

Now, my home is too quiet, but I have memories that make me smile. I doubt if I was smiling when chaos was breaking out as I was trying to have an important phone conversation. Still, yelling at those noisy kids wouldn’t have made a good impression either.

As the world returns to near normal, I hope to have speaking opportunities again. Fingers crossed.

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