We lived in Phoenix Arizona in 1968. This event really happen! I wanted to keep the proof in a baggie, in the freezer, but my momma said, “No!”
There Really Are Reindeer
One Christmas morning, back in my youth—I remember it well
My brother told me a most wonderful tale.
It seems, Santa doesn’t always land his sleigh on the roof
If one of the reindeer has a sore on his hoof.
For outside in our yard—there in the grass, lay all the evidence.
I wouldn’t have believed it, but there were the hoof prints!
And most amazing of all—I’m telling the truth, a pile of poop.
Seems Santa had forgotten his scoop.We rushed into the house to tell Mom–how excited we were
“There really are reindeer. Now, we know it for sure!”
What is your favorite Christmas memory?
Because I have a late October birthday, my parties as a kid involved a Halloween theme. Black and orange balloons (sometimes mixed with other colors) hung above a tablecloth of black cats, ghosts and witches. The centerpiece was chocolate cake with chocolate or white icing.
Sometime after my seventh birthday, I realized how much I hated the color scheme and chocolate cake. By my next birthday, I mustered the courage to tell my mom. Read more
“Mary Beth has a boyfriend now and can’t babysit tonight,” Momma said. “Her sister is coming instead.”
I stared in shock. For two years, Mary Beth was our exclusive babysitter. How could she not come? Read more
With the fuzzy, blue blanket in my arms, I stepped onto the lighted, back porch and into a barrage of swarming June bugs. Several brown bugs lost their spiky legs that hot summer night in Phoenix as I raced to the swing set, ripping them from the blanket. Read more
Barry and I enjoyed our time with Mary Beth so much, we wanted Mom and Dad to go to the drive-in movie every weekend. Read more
Learning to Swim
I don’t know where Mary Beth lived, but for several weeks Barry and I rode our bicycles a few blocks, crossed a busy main street, and arrived at her house for swim lessons. I remember a large house and nice backyard with a built-in pool. Read more
My First Friend
During the Phoenix, Arizona years, 1967 to 1969, Mary Beth came to play with me and my brothers Barry and baby Stephen. Read more
Before almost dying in the desert, my family almost died in a dry riverbed. Read more
Dad’s quest to find the infamous Lost Dutchman’s mine in the Superstition Mountains, east of Phoenix, sent us rambling up and down rut-filled roads that were not on the map. Read more
Some have accused me of being stubborn. But I say, determined. As long as I can remember, accomplishing my goal took precedence over punishment, eating, sleeping, or spending time with people. The reason is a mystery but the memories are clear. Read more