When John was in the army stationed in New Orleans, we got a letter from him saying he’d married a girl named Wanda. It included a studio picture from Wanda, too, introducing herself. They’d see us some time soon when John got leave. Before too many months, there was a letter there was a Continue reading
Month: March 2015
V Mail
is a V Mail Kathleen Holdaway received from her sister Annie Holdaway. V mail was photocopied mail used during WWII to cut down on mail. Annie was in the Women’s Continue reading
Epiphany on Butt-Kicking!
Many years ago my precious little three-year-old came bursting in from pre-school with big news. “Can you believe a three-year-old girl can beat up a four-year-old boy!”
“Oh, no! What happened?”
“Angie beat up Jeremy, and when I found out she could, I did!”
Kathleen and the Phantom Killer
(How my parents met in June 1945. My mother had just graduated and was working as a waitress while she waited to start college that fall, when she met my father. From her memoirs I am currently writing.)
After I graduated, I looked forward to being a lawyer or a teacher for a few years before settling down with a doting husband, maybe a doctor or judge, in a nice little house in town Continue reading
A Sticky Point!
This falls in the stranger than fiction category. A psychiatric patient admitted to my floor from a group home years ago with a recent diagnosis of incontinence. His CAT scan revealed a calcified bladder stone formed around a sewing needle. When the stone filled the bladder completely, he developed incontinence, Unlike the typical patient who shows up with strange objects in strange places, he hadn’t absent-mindedly sat on it. He gave an excellent history and remembered losing that pesky needle. It just didn’t hurt, so he thought no more about it.
Trip in Time
Mother and our friend Dana took a day trip to a local Jonquil Festival Saturday. After so much rain and dreary weather, it was a glorious gift. We spent the day tramping through displays, enjoying the glorious blooms. The sunshine and blooms sent my mood off the Joy Scale.
Later we found a wonderful old abandoned house. Can you imagine how many times this old door must have been slammed by children as they came in calling, “Mama, Mama!’ ? Late-arriving teenagers must have crept in quietly, hoping not to be caught. Drunken husbands may have banged it as they came in late after blowing their whole paycheck, not caring that a furious wife lay waiting. New mothers opened it, bringing their new babies home to meet Grandma and Grandpa. Hopefully, it opened to more good times than bad.
This shady side porch must have seen wonderful times. The family probably sat here to shell peas or eat watermelon. They probably ate out here on hot summer afternoons and evenings, as the babies napped, flies buzzing on the screen. Likely, they’d have pulled their beds out here in summer to catch a breeze. This is the haven to visit with neighbors in rockers and straight back wooden chairs as children shrieked and chased fireflies and young people slipped into the shadows to court.
Not All It’s Cracked Up to Be
Michael and Jennifer went together all through high school. She thought she knew him well, but after they’d been married a few months and bought their first house, he declared one room off-limits. Jennifer wasn’t to go in there under any circumstances. Naturally, the first day she was home alone, she managed to get in. Prepared to find a room full of porn, she was surprised to find pictures of feet posted over all the walls. Continue reading
“Don’t She Look Natural!”
This is an excerpt from Kathleen’s Memoirs of the 1930’s, my book in progress. Kathleen grew up in rural East Texas in the 1930’s during the height of The Great Depression.
The events surrounding Aunt Ellie’s death were a thrilling event for me since we hadn’t invested too much affection in each other. The wake was unforgettable with all its glorious food: fried chicken, peach cobbler, deviled eggs, bread ‘n butter pickles, dainties not seen outside “dinner on the grounds.” Sprinkled with carbolic acid, Aunt Ellie lay in a pine box Continue reading
She Ain’t Got on No Panties!
I just loved Katie, Mother’s first cousin, though she only visited once, even naming my only daughter for her. Maybe that will make up for this horrible story I’m about to tell. Katie and Glenn came by for a few days after visiting my grandparents in Texas. Like all three-year-olds, I assumed they were my exclusive guests. Glenn was overshadowed by the lovely, Continue reading



