Deuteronomy 6:9 And thou shalt write them upon the posts of thy house, and on thy gates - - so that your children will remember!!
Jeremiah 30:2 Thus the LORD God of Israel, says, Write thee all the words that I have spoken unto thee in a book.
Monday, December 15, 2014
Tell me a Story Week 12 15 14
Time for a True Story with a new format
I will be telling one of my true stories
usually from one of my three books.
You are invited to
follow by e-mail. The e-mail follow box is on my left side bar.
Monday evening, the TRUE
STORY Blog Party will open.
View the notice ON
THE "BLUE BACK GROUND above" for
Other Blog Hop
Suggestions that request "Anything goes."
My earliest recollections are
measured by where I lived during different spans of time.
Ages three and four were when
we lived in Exeter, California,
prior to our move to Oakland.I remember Mother washing clothes in an old
wash tub in the yard and hanging them out to dry on a line.She used one of those old fashioned wash rub
boards to get out the spots and make sure everything was clean.The outhouse was vivid in my memory, but I
was very tiny, and a small potty chair graced the back porch just for me.
I had just turned three, and
I remember banging on the bedroom door, and demanding to see my mother when my
sister was born.My Aunt Edna told me
that I could not see her because my mother was sick.Refusing to be denied, I screamed and yelled,
“I want my Mama,” until my aunt finally allowed me a short visit.Mother smiled at me, and reached out to give
me a gentle hug, and then she asked me to please obey my aunt, so I did.
Even though my mother had two
other babies, she found time to rock me, and sing to me for my nap.Although I was three years old, and closed my
eyes, I remember thinking, “I will pretend that I am asleep and trick
mama.”Mother thought I was asleep so
she quietly carried me to my bed, except by the time she laid me down I was out
like a light.
Having just celebrated my
fifth birthday, I watched as Mother packed an ironing board and two boxes of
kettles and dishes.Then I went along
with her to the train station to ship them off to Oakland where I would eventually grow up and
There was perhaps only days,
when I, my brother Allen, and my sister Zelma slept on the floor on a mattress
at Uncle Cliff and Aunt Beulah’s home while our parents searched out a rental
house.That year living in the rent
house cemented age five in my memory.The move after that was to a home purchased by my parents and it held
all my childhood memories until I married, and left home at age 18.
At the urging of our foster
daughter Nancy, for several years, I have been documenting memories from my
childhood; remembrances from my children growing up; and other golden memories. It was time to get those
stories into a book.
There were so many
stories enough for three books.Contact
me if you would like to purchase copies. Each book is $10 which includes postage to USA.
Time marches, on and today is
the day to rescue YOUR memories, and not allow them to fade into the
distance.Begin now to write your
memoirs.Go ahead and post and save