Monthly archives: September, 2017

Sixth grade

Not a good year for me at all. Yet, it was amazing st the same time.   We left PA and moved to New Bedford, MA. We were living in my grandmother’s apartment (she was shacking up with her man lol), but my mom didn’t want me in NB schools. So, she enrolled me in Dartmouth …

PA, continued.

My love of that house and its surroundings is what fuels my desire to purchase an old farmhouse with some land. I want chickens, and pigs. I want goats. I want to garden. I want fruit trees and a grape arbor. I’d even like to try my hand at bee keeping. If only I could …

Pennsylvania 

We moved to PA when I was 10 or 11. I remember the day we stepped foot into the house. It smelled like Pine-Sol. It was big and I fell in love with it immediately! It was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by hay and Timothy fields and woods and a potato field.  It …

Pennsylvania 

We moved to PA when I was 10 or 11. I remember the day we stepped foot into the house. It smelled like Pine-Sol. It was big and I fell in love with it immediately! It was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by hay and Timothy fields and woods and a potato field.  It …

It’s just a house…

That is what I keep telling myself, anyway. My Nan and Pop bought the house in 1979 or so, and moved from Baltimore to Rowlesburg, WV. It was long known as the ‘Dunbar House’ by all the old folks in town, as the Dunbar family had apparently built/owned the house for years. The house was …

The Blue Bike

I do not remember actually getting the bike, you know, the actual moment of receipt. I do remember that my Nanny and Pop got it for me. It was blue, had a smallish banana seat and big, deep handlebars. Oh, and training wheels. I think it had a horn, too. I can remember riding it …

The rink

My dad was awesome in so many ways. I miss him so very much. Often times I will find myself deep in thought, memories flashing through my mind like a film reel.. I get angry that time has just kept on. I mean, that’s just the way it goes and I understand that. It’s cruel, …

Memories

I have been thinking a lot lately about my earliest memories. My mom tells me that there is no way that I can remember certain events, because I was too young. I assure you though, that I certainly remember the time I was trying to climb up on the back of Roberta’s (my mother’s friend) …

One.

I miss blogging. I have for a very long time. I tend to blather on and on over on FB, and that is apparently frowned upon. So I have decided, again, to dust this place off. It won’t be a ‘niche’ blog, because I have lots I want to blog about, not just one specific …

One.

I miss blogging. I have for a very long time. I tend to blather on and on over on FB, and that is apparently frowned upon. So I have decided, again, to dust this place off. It won’t be a ‘niche’ blog, because I have lots I want to blog about, not just one specific …