This column tells about one of Bob’s birthdays and what our young children decided to give him in 1989.
The gifts that Robby, Becky, Russell, and Rachel gave their Dad that year tell a lot about each of them. Just listen and see what I mean.
Today, gift giving also shows my children’s personality. After all these years, they haven’t changed too much, well, maybe Rob has.
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I rarely caught a cold. Even after tending to a sick family, I stayed healthy. I had to.
This column talks about one of the rare times I was under the weather. I asked everyone to let me sleep. Of course, all the kids came knocking on my bedroom door.
Listen to this column to hear the odd but funny end.
I guess laughter chased my cold away.
I should have tried it sooner, but not exactly the way that happened this day in 1989.
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Raising four through childhood was always interesting. I never knew who would have a meltdown next. This time it was seven-year-old Rachel.
Listen to this column from 1989 to learn what set daughter number two off.
If I hadn’t been writing my column, this incident would have been lost to time.
I hope family stories make it into your journals/diaries. They are worth perusing in later years.
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I’ve had crazy dreams in my life, but this was one of the craziest.
It was so different, I saw fit to write about it in a column in 1988. You’ll have to listen to see who was the star of my dream.
I bet you couldn’t guess that one. It’s so off beat and even I wonder where that came from.
Wishing you good dreams and no nightmares.
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Our home on Gardner Road wasn’t far from Black Creek. During much of the year, it was a fun play area for all children. Listen to my account of one spring adventure.
I was also drawn to this creek. It refreshed memories of my childhood living next to a swamp.
Once in high school, we were supposed to bring a sample of pond water to examine under a microscope. I brought a vile of water from the swamp. My cousin George asked me what I had in the bottle. “Swamp water,” I said. Immediately, George started calling me Swamp Water Sue. Such a great nickname. Thanks, George.
In biology class, I found a minuscule creature wiggling in the droplet set up on my microscope. The teacher didn’t know what it was. Later, I found a photo in a book of a mosquito larva, which is what it was. I found it odd that the teacher didn’t recognize it.
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