The battered box. The box says JC Higgins Ice Skates. I can only assume at one point these skates were a Christmas gift to my mom long ago. In my lifetime this old box, repaired numerous times with tape represents much more than winter days skating at the park. This old box is the home of “Nana’s Manger”. The handmade manger, made by my …
Birthday Memories
There are few certainties in life. We are born, and we will die. What matters the most is the time we spend in between. That is the time that creates memories. Memories that will comfort us as we age, memories that will keep us alive after we are gone. Memories can bring us strength and also remind us of our pain. But most of …
Ode To My Brother (From the same Mother. And Father)
“You’ve got to be kidding”, You said to our mother. “You brought home a sister, I wanted a brother”! For months you would tell, Everyone you did see. This is my sister, Her name’s Timothy. Eventually, you warmed up, And the name it did change. However what you called me, Depended on the exchange. You taught me well dear brother. Unconditional love, Is often …