After my husband’s death over sixteen years ago, I was very proud of the sense of confidence I gained from how I could take care of most problems and decisions by myself. If something broke or needed fixing, I looked it up on the internet and, when able to do so, fixed it. When something … More What Dependence?
This is the story of my two sons and the wonderful families they have. I am one thankful, joyful, happy, mother and grandmother. I have enjoyed watching my two sons grow into adults and marry two wonderful women! Our firstborn child to my husband and me was our son, M., who grew and after elementary … More To My Dear Family
Everyone gets sad sometimes. I can pretty much identify with this feeling and more. My problems are minor compared to the losses of so many others around the world. In times like these, it is easy to be overwhelmed with grief, sadness, or hopelessness. All of these, sadly, are parts of life on a much … More The Healing of Laughter
As an older woman with a child’s heart (not the transplanted kind!) I still love to look back on my childhood and remember so many memories of good times with my family. In my earliest years 0 to 4 years old, I lived with my parents at 601 Arlington Avenue, Greenville, South Carolina, where there … More Memories from My Childhood
Today I am sharing some about my parents. They were such an amazing team as parents. I seem to remember they used Dr. Spock, a famous pediatrician in the 40’s and 50’s, (not to be confused with Mr. Spock on Star Trek!) as a guide to good parenting. But they added a lot of love … More Thank You, Moma and Daddy
Music has been an integral part of my life as far back as I can remember. My mother played the piano often, once her four kids could stand or sit still long enough. I remember her playing very old songs from a bygone era; songs such as “Five Foot Two, Eyes of Blue,” which I … More Magnificent, Moving, Magical Music
I love poetry. Even as a child, I loved it. Many of the old-timey poems, nursery rhymes, and songs were read or taught to me by my mother, father, or aunt. Our mother read poems and sang to us too. The first poem I remember was taught to me by my aunt. The Purple Cow … More One of My Simple Pleasures: Poetry
For Part 1 of this letter https://joyful2beeblogs.com/2026/06/21/dear-grandmother-t-part–1 Dear Grandmother T, I understand you now in ways I never thought I would. I too had a happy marriage at first. Then things changed after the first four or five years. I now know the behavior I saw in you as weakness and frailty were the signs … More Dear Grandmother T. (Part 2)
Knowing that you were born in 1901, I knew you grew up in difficult times. I loved the picture (below) of you and your mother, my great grandmother, (named Big Mama by my father, as a child). Both of you have such comfortable and sweet smiles in the photo below. Below the photo, is a … More Dear Grandmother T. (Part 1)
My grandmother, Nina Alexander, was born in 1901, thirty-six years after the Civil War. Nina spent the earliest years on her family farm in Georgia. She lost four of her ten siblings, during her youth. (Death at an early age was not uncommon during those times.) When her diabetic father died after a hunting accident … More My Maternal Grandmother’s Life
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