Dear Auntie SAM: I just had a thought, sort of an idea for one of your articles in your new blog … It is generally about downshifting and a human’s right not to be successful all the time but to focus more on something what makes him really happy. [I had a successful career, & now I work several small jobs] And feeling so much happier!! And as a biggest surprise for me I especially enjoy cleaning!
If my parents had been born in a different era, their marriage may have lasted; my dad may have survived.
They found each other one afternoon after school in a soda shoppe. My dad had noticed my mom long before. She was – still is – beautiful. She was never alone; never single. Until that fateful day she finally was & my dad’s quirky charms ambled over & quickly stole her heart.
My mom made the dresses for their wedding. My dad wore his father’s tie. I joined them shortly thereafter, & we moved to a haunted island in the muddy Maumee.
Everyone thought they were crazy. Reckless, even. Camping 24/7, growing food, eating kill — with a baby! And, then soon: two more.
My first memory of Joy.
It’s precious. Yet, over the centuries I’ve lived, it’s only grown larger. So, I have plenty to share with you.