New School... We moved a lot when I was growing up, which meant many different schools...18 in my 12 years, actually. Lots of “first days”. As I’ve mentioned before, that never bothered me, I always saw it as a new adventure. My senior year was no acception. I had attended the same school for two … Continue reading A High School Memory…
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Snoopy the Sheet Dog…
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…
So Many Boys…..and Me
My Own Room... My parents had 6 kids....never more than 4 at a time, but I’m sure that was plenty! Being the only girl and smack in the middle in order of appearance, there were always older or younger brothers to contend with. Because of this, regardless of the size of the house, Dad always … Continue reading So Many Boys…..and Me
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…..
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