This is the day I have been looking forward to for a long time. It is finally the day after the elections. We have endured a barrage of mudslinging, name calling, headache inducing, and nauseating commercials for months. It begins slowly; creeping up on us months in advance and then gradually gaining momentum, like a
Pumpkins, jack-o-lanterns, candy corn, apples, bobbing for apples, bonfires, hayrides, kids in costumes begging for candy, spooks and spirits, witches, and folk lore all are part of Halloween. What a strange holiday this is, but where did it all begin? Come with me on a short historical journey to discover the beginnings of this holiday.
Continuing my theme of September Gold in which I wrote about coloring each month of the calendar year, I think I would color October flame red. Not just any red but flame red. Flame red suggests an intensity and mixture of colors ranging from yellows, through oranges, and eventually to true red. Just as
No matter the odds, it is always within our nature to make the best of a difficult situation and continue to lives our lives to the fullest.
According to the Dispatch article and the Kaiser Family Foundation, today’s kids are spending an average of seven hours and 38 minutes a day, or more than 50 hours a week, watching TV, playing computer games, or on the computer.
What a strange world Amish country must have seemed to a kid accustomed to high def TVs, computers, cell phones, and microwaves.
A retired teacher stopped by my house the other day to drop off some information about a writing contest. When I commented that it looked like the contest was only for teachers and that I haven’t been in a classroom since 1972 her reply was, “Once a teacher always a teacher.” How true that
THE OBVIOUS A lot of thought has gone into today’s Notes. Do I talk about the baby turtle I saw recently on my morning walk? Perhaps I could find some deep mystical meaning in the fact the baby was so far from the pond and struggling with all his might just to climb over the blades of
The sun’s rays stretch out over the landscape like golden fingers caressing an autumn bouguet.
NOTES FROM THE POND This is my version of Walden Pond where I discuss life in and around the pond where I live. The observations include everything from the animals with fins, fur, and feathers around our pond to society and the world as I see it. Like Henry David Thoreau, I march to a different drummer and