It was 1957, and the summer of my sixth year. At the time, we lived in Vallejo, California and my mother worked a short distance away at Levi Strauss and Co. It was her job to make and attach the pockets on the name brand jeans. Simply, this meant that I stayed with my Aunt Maggie during…
Tag: Childhood
The Porch Light
My childhood was more than memorable. If I ever had any inclination of jeopardizing the blessed freedom I had been afforded due to my trustworthy nature, it was quickly banished from my thoughts. I loved being able to run the neighborhood in the summertime, and I knew how to ensure that it stayed that way;…
Saturday Morning
It was pretty much the same routine every Saturday morning, but, believe me, it never grew old. Really. The kitchen always smelled of waffles and warm maple syrup. Bacon sizzled in a cast iron skillet on the stovetop. The wonderful aromas, along with gospel music from the record player drew us all to the table…
Because of Goldie
It was Christmas Eve of 1959, and my parents surprised me with an eight-week-old yellow lab puppy. She was beautiful, and of course, I named her Goldie. She had one of the sweetest dispositions, and we all adored her. Goldie was about five months old when we made the long trip from Vallejo, California to…
Goodbye, My Friend
We were the best of friends right from the start of fourth grade at Roosevelt Elementary school in Boise, Idaho. It was September of 1962. We lived two blocks apart, so we walked to and from school every day. I lived in a quaint little yellow house shared with my parents, and she lived in a big…
Matthew
Our eyes met from across the table, and it was love at first sight. His dark brown eyes and my light blues locked. He smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. And then he asked the question that would change my world forever, “Do you want to use my scissors?” My second grade days were…
Miss Boots
She was my sweet calico kitty, possessing just as many delightful ways as she did multi-colored patterns on her beautiful fur coat. Her four white boots made it all but easy to choose an appropriate name. I loved Miss Boots right from the beginning. Mom and Dad brought her home when she was just a…
The Little Blue Record Player
Mom was all packed and ready to leave for Disneyland. She and the church choir were traveling on a big tour bus to the famous Mickey Mouse theme park to perform for several days. It was early summer of 1955, and I stood in the parking lot of the church to wave farewell as the…
Field of Memories 