I’m attempting to understand what happens as we grow older. Actually, what I’m really trying to figure out is why I forget so darn much. A recent article turned a light on about aging and what we remember and what we forget. The author called it ‘mind weeding’. As we add years to our lives,… Continue reading Gear Shifting
Easter has come and gone, the black patent leather shoes purchased and worn, a new dress bought and shown off on Easter Sunday, the fake grass filled multi-colored basket put away on the top shelf in the back closet, most of the colored eggs hidden in the yard found and broken, the chocolate rabbit’s ears… Continue reading Easter Memories
I don’t think I will ever outgrow the excitement of Christmas. Can’t say it has the same thrill it did when I was 8 years old, but there is still magic that creeps into my soul at this time of year. Old Saint Nick isn’t the magic. Thoughts of turkey and dressing are nice, but… Continue reading Christmas Spirit
My sister and I have just completed a project that has been such fun. We have jointly written a collage of memories of growing up in Oklahoma and the Texas panhandle during the 1940s and 1950s. Interest in this memoir will be limited to perhaps only to our children and cousins, but we found such… Continue reading Remembering
My sister is looking back at our lives in the 40s and 50s and recalling incidents, family stories, and various memories she is putting to paper. The exercise has been a poke in my remembrance ribs, allowing me to contemplate those first 18 years of my life. My journey started 78 years ago, she joined… Continue reading The Most Important Year?
Today is my birthday and my watch was the first to send me a Happy Birthday message. I expect to get phone calls from my sister, from the kids, from some friends, and probably a lot of Happy Birthday wishes from people known and unknown on Facebook. I’ll be delighted to hear from all of… Continue reading A Cupcake and a Candle
‘I’ll beat you’ I hollered as we raced to the edge of the lake and powered our way toward a floating dock filled with youngsters wearing swimming attire popular in the late 1940’s. The floating dock that inspired many swimming competitions as a kid. Whose hand touched first was never the point. It was the challenge… Continue reading Weekly Prompts: Parks
Father’s Day and all is quiet. That tells me my father is no longer cracking jokes, being silly and enjoying life. Sam Williams died 15 years ago. He fell, broke his hip, and when they started to take him to surgery, the doctors discovered he had pneumonia. He died about 36 hours later. He was… Continue reading An Imperfect Perfect Father
Photo by Suzy Hazelwood at Pexels.com See more 280 word responses to this week’s Twittering Tales photo prompt at https://katmyrman.com/2019/04/30/twittering-tales-134-30-april-2019/ Memories remain. Your letters didn’t lessen the pain of your absence, nor alleviate my longing. I grew lost in grief, and elevated in desire. I hope you received my letters about Bernard. He was… Continue reading Memories Remain
One of my favorite bloggers, who writes honestly and insightfully about aging, recently noted we glorify older people who are active, those who at 70 or 80 are romping around like 40 year olds. As a society we want old folks to not act like ‘old folks’, but instead run, dive, explore, walk, bike, swim,… Continue reading Act Your Age
that little voice 