If you’re old enough you should remember the day when taking a photograph involved quite the procedure. My mom had what I think was a Kodak Brownie camera (? maybe) that she was ecstatic about. The process was slow. Film to buy at a store and then load into the camera. Then you had to remember to advance the film after taking the picture or risk double exposures. And the blinding flash that was so easy to forget to use, and of course when you really needed it you’d learn the bulb was burned out. Yes, little bitty light bulbs. Yes, we had to replace them. Yes, in a CAMERA, children of today!!! Then you had to use up all the film before having the pictures processed. Which always resulted in random shots of nothingness. Often we had more random nothings than good pictures.
Back in those days in order to even look at the picture you just took it required printing them, which was a 10 day-2 week process. You waited all that time, sifted through 12 to 24 to 36 to 48 prints for possibly that ONE picture you really wanted to see. And often, every stinking one of them was icky and unusable. Useful only for gag gifts or the like.
Author SimplyB
One autumn evening
There’s something about a sunset. I’ve heard there’s also something about a sunrise, too, but I’m far more likely to experience sunsets than sunrises.
Every 24 hours the sun signs off for the day. Some days it’s just a quick goodnight with no kiss of beauty. Other times God paints a sunset so beautiful it brings tears to my eyes. That’s a fact. Sometimes a sunset can take me away to one particular evening in 1970. Kind of odd that one particular sunset has been etched permanently in my memory. But it is. Continue reading “One autumn evening”
Inexplicable mysteries of my gray matter. Subtitled: If I Only Had a Brain
As we watched the KU game against Stanford a few days ago, I wowed everyone in the room with my vast knowledge of Stanford’s coach Jerod Haase and where he grew up, the two colleges where he played college ball, and his coaching history that began in North Carolina, as well as giving a brief verbal synopsis of the book he wrote titled “Floor Burns”. To clarify the facts, “everyone in the room” was merely myself, the hubby, and our dog. In order of wowed-ness, the hubby was least wowed. The dog came in at #2, and that just leaves me to top the list of most wowed by my vast knowledge. Continue reading “Inexplicable mysteries of my gray matter. Subtitled: If I Only Had a Brain”
Snowy happiness. In my own backyard and far, far away
There is snow in the forecast this week. First snow of the season? We’ll see. Last year we had approximately 150 flakes of snow total during the winter here in the South of Kansas. But a couple of winters ago we were blessed with probably record amounts of snow. The ground was covered a lot of the winter. And I made a new friend. Continue reading “Snowy happiness. In my own backyard and far, far away”
From shelf life to finish line.
For the past few years every August when I celebrate my birthday, I do what probably many of you my age do…. wonder how many more birthdays I’ll be blessed to celebrate. My dad’s life ended when he was 64. At the time I was 17 and thought “at least Dad had a good long life”. Ha. 64 is so very very young. The closer I get to it, the younger it seems. Continue reading “From shelf life to finish line.”
Shelf Life — A look into my pantry. Brace yourself.
With Thanksgiving being last week, I spent a lot of time standing in my pantry, perusing the shelves for ingredients needed to make recipes that I only make once a year. Not that I only use these individual ingredients once a year, but from the looks of the expiration dates on some of these items I clearly do not cook often enough. Continue reading “Shelf Life — A look into my pantry. Brace yourself.”
Benton and Bunny
My folks had three teenage daughters when they discovered they were expecting a baby. Pretty sure my dad, Benton, at age 47 just knew his son was finally on the way. One last chance to carry on the family name. Oh the gloom that must have been thick in that hospital nursery the first time he glanced down and thought “No son. Not now. Not ever.” In fact many many years later I came across the bundle of greeting cards that my parents received after I was born. Some of them had all the happy exuberance of sympathy cards. Apparently the whole world, or at least all of Ottawa County Kansas, was sad for them. “Well, you must be disappointed you didn’t get your boy.” Stuff like that. Just dripping with happiness and encouragement. Continue reading “Benton and Bunny”
Nostalgia. A side effect of cleaning
Now that I’m sort of semi-retired, my leisurely breakfasts often include thinking about cleaning. And occasionally, my thoughts become actions. Some of my closets are now phenomenally clean and organized. Some are not. Yet. Continue reading “Nostalgia. A side effect of cleaning”



