Rick and Snoopy We had a dog named Snoopy who wasn’t the brightest mutt around, but he loved us and was a great companion. One big problem Snoopy had was his addiction to anything flapping on the clothesline. I don’t know the times Mom yelled at him for chewing the corners of sheets, towels or … Continue reading Snoopy the Sheet Dog…
Tag: Childhood
Adventures in Cooking….
(This was one of my first blog page attempts, which I never published, back in 2012.) Ok, first you must understand my love for all things caramel and/or butterscotch. Do not confuse the two, they are NOT the same. I love them the same, but still...just saying. Sometimes people substitute one for the other, and … Continue reading Adventures in Cooking….
Snake Haven
House Under the Mountain... When I was about 12 we lived in a house at the base of a small Oklahoma mountain. A long, narrow, gravel road wound its way from the highway back a mile to our house in the trees. Dad actually purchased this place thinking he was going to cease the gypsy … Continue reading Snake Haven
Charlie, the Mynah Bird
One of Our Many Houses... When I was 15 we lived in a quaint, old, two-story house with great personality. The downstairs rooms were large and spacious with windows in every wall. There was a welcoming front porch and a large covered back porch. Since this house was built well before air conditioning, strategically placed … Continue reading Charlie, the Mynah Bird
Schools Out for Summer….
(Not ours, but close) As a child, I remember getting so excited along about the middle of May. Not only did we know school was almost out, but we also knew that very soon we would be off on another annual family summer trek. I think my dad may have looked forward to it even … Continue reading Schools Out for Summer….
Stories of my childhood, as I remember…..
I want to say that I chose the name, Sign Painters Daughter, but the truth is it chose me, a long time ago, I just didn’t know it then. I’ve been writing for a long time and have stacks of journals to prove it. However, those books are kept stored away for my eyes only. … Continue reading Stories of my childhood, as I remember…..
Thesignpaintersdaughter 