Tag Archives: family
The Last Noel
In the waning afternoon sun on a Christmas Eve many years ago, my daughter, husband and I anticipated a snowy drive to Buffalo from Angola, where we lived with my husband’s father. As the gloomy afternoon wore on, snow began … Continue reading
Babies R Us
We just returned from a rather rushed long weekend to Buffalo. We were anxious to see my husband’s uncle who is very ill and is in his late 80’s. We were warned that it might be now or never. It … Continue reading
Thanksgiving
It seems trite to say that Thanksgiving is a day to reflect on our blessings—after all, isn’t that what the word thanksgiving implies? We are blessed and we are grateful—most of us to a Deity. And some of us … Continue reading
Moving Away
We left Buffalo, hoping to trade her harsh winters for the never –ending summer of Florida, almost 15 years ago. The day that we packed the last of the plants, books and CD player in our grey van and headed … Continue reading
Look at That Beautiful Scenery!
When I was a kid, our parents often took us on car rides. We would drive into the country around Buffalo, for the sole purpose of looking at the trees, pastures, lakes, and hills that surround us. My parents encouraged … Continue reading
Labor Day
Labor Day weekend has come and gone. There were parades, speeches and cookouts all over the United States to celebrate this important day. Every year on Labor Day, I think of my Dad, Thomas R. Joyce, Jr. He was a … Continue reading
Movies
When I was a kid, going to the movies on a wintery Saturday afternoon was almost a requirement. We had double features, two movies for the price of one—a real bargain! The movies were preceded by cartoons and previews and … Continue reading
Celebrating the Fourth of July
Like most Americans, I love to celebrate the 4th of July. It is the most American of holidays¾ much like Thanksgiving. There is something about seeing the red, white and blue on people, places and things¾including me! And why shouldn’t … Continue reading
I Was Thinking
“I was thinking about my mother the other day,” Lori said. Rick looked up, rattled his newspaper and stared at her. “Yes,” he intoned. “Well, you know that it’s getting harder and harder for her to get up and down … Continue reading
On Being a Night Owl
I am a night owl. It is in my genes¾I inherited this tendency from my parents. It was not uncommon for Mom and Dad to be up drinking coffee at all hours of the night into the early morning. So … Continue reading