Category: Tales from our Youth

Memories from Seattle’s Pike Place Market and the Showbox

My earliest memories from the Pike Place Market are from my high school days, when I’d go downtown to buy bell bottoms from the Army Navy Surplus Store, and everything smelled of patchouli. Years later when I worked downtown, I’d visit the Market on… Continue Reading “Memories from Seattle’s Pike Place Market and the Showbox”

Finding Inspiration in Three days of #Bloganuary

Yes I did, I signed up for daily prompts from Word Press to inspire my blogging, then mostly ignored the emails. Regardless, here’s a brief response to three of the prompts so far, at least my 1,2,3. Prompt 1: What Road Trip would you… Continue Reading “Finding Inspiration in Three days of #Bloganuary”

A Tale of Turkey Day from Long Ago

You may remember this Thanksgiving story from long, long ago… * * * * * * * * When I was growing up my favorite part of Thanksgiving wasn’t the turkey. Neither was it the dressing which is my favorite today but not then.… Continue Reading “A Tale of Turkey Day from Long Ago”

That’s Orange to You!

Is there any other color that’s more ‘in your face’ than orange? I think not. Perhaps that’s why it had such a run in the sixties, not that I would know. 😉 This little sitting room is located in a small restaurant in Washington… Continue Reading “That’s Orange to You!”

Hoist a Paw

It’s late afternoon and I’m in the kitchen making dinner. The boys hear the pantry door open and show up with eager eyes. I know why. “Who wants a snack?” I say. “Raise your paw.” They answer by dancing around. I find the treats… Continue Reading “Hoist a Paw”

Ready or Not

Originally posted on Cats and Trails and Garden Tales:
It’s 4th grade and I’m at the school that looms large in my memory. We’re sitting on the steps under the overhang of the building,  a covered entryway somewhere between in and out.  School hasn’t…

Forty Years Ago

I once had a conversation with my grandpa who told me he’d recently found himself saying “forty years ago… ” and he remembered back when he was younger how some older folks would also say “forty years ago” and wasn’t it curious that he… Continue Reading “Forty Years Ago”

A Tale of Turkey Day from Long, Long Ago

You may remember this Thanksgiving story from long, long ago… * * * * * * * * When I was growing up my favorite part of Thanksgiving was not the turkey. Neither was it the dressing which is my favorite today but wasn’t… Continue Reading “A Tale of Turkey Day from Long, Long Ago”

A Fishing Trip Back in Time at Mineral Lake

Mineral Lake is to my husband what Hood Canal is to me: a place full of childhood memories, of long summer days spent camping, fishing, and swimming. Yesterday we made the drive to Mineral, a tiny town whose claim to fame is the beautiful… Continue Reading “A Fishing Trip Back in Time at Mineral Lake”

Fun With Watercolors

One of my worst memories from grade school was when we had to paint something in Art class.  Afterwards the teacher showed our work to the class one by one while asking who the artist was. After seeing what others had done I was… Continue Reading “Fun With Watercolors”

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