FAIR WEEK

   Hot summer days with a feeling of their end soon coming. A different smell in the air, cooler nights and mornings, the fair is near. For my childhood, the fair ranked closely behind Christmas and hunting season at my Grandparents farm. Knowing the excitement of the fair week, Grandma Gallaher always pulled together a couple easy short tasksContinue reading “FAIR WEEK”

Birthday Memories

(I wrote of this memory a few years ago, but here it is, another year in the books). Well, I am another year older. My age sounds impossible (at least to me)….. 46 years!!  Where does the time go???…………………. One thing, it has been 46 years of great memory creating times. I am so thankfulContinue reading “Birthday Memories”

Veterans Memorial

Berwinsdale, Pennsylvania     Being born and raised in Berwinsdale, I have always been amazed and interested in our small backwoods town’s Memorial, as well as many other small town treasures that I will dig into at some other time. For today, I will stick with the small town treasure time travel button of the “Vets Memorial”Continue reading “Veterans Memorial”

Rudolph Night

   Last night was a great night, “Rudolph Night”, reliving great memories, and the creating new ones. Everyday I think more about creating opportunities and continuing traditions that not only give me a great trip down memory lane, but provide a spot in time that my Wife and kids, mother, brothers, sisters, nieces, and nephews willContinue reading “Rudolph Night”

Back In Time

Dealing with some health problems and pain a lot of times makes my emotions race, and then my memories flood, I reflect on memories everyday, it is a great medicine.    I could go on and on about fall, it is my favorite time of the year. The colors hand painted by God himself overtaking everyContinue reading “Back In Time”

Wild America

  If I could go back in time, tonight I would be sitting with Grandma and Grandpap, in the “family farmhouse” kitchen, watching Wild America with Marty Stouffer, on PBS channel 3. Grandpap would be sitting at the edge of his aged wooden bench, in arms reach of his cup of coffee sitting on a coffeeContinue reading “Wild America”