Vintage Romantic Author
It’s funny the things I remember from my early childhood. We lived in a house on Hesby Street in North Hollywood, California, until I was four. While I don’t recollect much about that time, I recall the way the street lights shone on the front yard on hot summer nights. I remember the view from …
I enjoyed looking at our decorations more this year than I have in a long time. I took delight in standing back to observe the Christmas tree—the ugly ornaments would have been too obvious had I stood closer. The elf shrine was lit up day and night. One of my last decorating efforts was the …
As I’ve mentioned in other blogs, I have an abundant collection of holiday decorations. I’m not sure when this got out-of-hand but I realize it definitely is. Maybe my first inkling was some years back when we made a stop to stretch our legs at Santa Claus Lane in Carpinteria. On previous stops, I always …
It must be time to write about Christmas decorations. I’ve been collecting since the first year I was married. I used to be able to recall every decoration, where and when I bought it, but no more. There are just too many. My mind has said goodbye to those particular memories, making room for more …
There is nothing quite like the smell of turkey roasting on Thanksgiving. Sage and onion scent the house while the oven provides warmth. It’s the essence of the holiday. I took a cooking class as an elective in high school. The teacher was a Doris Day look-a-like, a young mother and excellent teacher. I still …