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: Nostalgia
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…
Sweet Remembrances
Having entered the autumn season of my life, I often sit in thoughtful solitude as golden memories drift through my mind like colorful falling leaves driven by a brisk wind. I ponder each and every one, drawn into the glorious fragrance of sweet remembrances. There is comfort in the simple things, a calm in the…
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 