… damned if you do and damned if you don’t! The phrase above is used to say that you cannot escape being criticized, whatever you do. This is the story of my life in my early days of being wife, mother, factory worker, cashier, member of the Women’s Army Corps, and how it all came about. 1968, Me and the Vietnam War […]
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Why Am I Here?
Why Am I Here? This is a truth-telling post, so beware. It may make you uncomfortable. You may stop reading at a certain point and get out of the story. You may not agree with what I say, or you may agree, either way, it’s my feeling at this stage of my life. Have you […]
Up In The Air For Valentine’s Day
Photo Credit Oh, The Wonders To Be Seen! Up In The Air on Valentine’s Day Valentine’s Day is a special day for lovers, who often give each other gifts to signify their love. But what if you had an opportunity to give a unique gift, one that was more than a box of chocolates or […]
In Life There Are No Do Overs | In Life ...
In Life There Are No “Do-Overs” I posted this photo once on Facebook as a Throwback Thursday photo. In doing so and looking at the faces of the people in it, I realized one thing, in life there are no “do-overs.” What you are living at the moment will never occur again in the exact […]
My First Love: A Library
Willard Library in Evansville, Indiana My First Love I was always encouraged to read, especially by my Daddy who read to me as a little girl and encouraged me to find the words he read. I began reading simple books when I was three-years-old, the usual Dick, Jane and Spot kind of books. I loved […]
Muhammad Ali: My Memories
Photo Credit Muhammad Ali: My Memories In 1960 a young man named Cassius Clay came along and made his professional boxing debut. In his first experience as a professional boxer, he took a six-round decision over Tunney Hunsaker. My Dad remarked about Clay, “I don’t think he’ll go very far. He’s too good looking, he’ll […]
The Man Who Became My Dad
The Man Who Became My Dad His name was Ransom Wayne Whitler. He was not my biological father, but he stepped up and became my Dad from the time I was a toddler. He never had children of his own, but as far as he was concerned, my Mom’s kids were his kids. He’s been […]