Just last month, it became apparent to me just how much phone technology has changed our lives.
My young adult Sunday school class had a hot dog roast at a church member’s farm, taking advantage of one more glorious fall day where the pale blue sky provided a backdrop to the orange and yellow hues of the maples and oaks.
All the carloads of attendees arrived but one, and it became apparent they had gotten lost.
A Ferris wheel turns near spinning tea cups and a duck hunt carnival game while skaters glide across a frozen pond in front of the Holiday Diner located near Bowlarama and Graceland.
Stepping into the Elizabethtown home of Juanita Powell is like being transported to a special world, one where rustic fishing villages co-exist with a ‘50s community, where a Swiss chalet is nestled amid barn dances.
The Christmas village display takes up about half her living room.
‘Tis the season of joy. Christmas is near and during this festive holiday season, it’s good to remember it should be about joy.
The shopping season also is here as customers search for the right gift or a gift to be able to mark a name off the list. It’s a tradition we go shopping during the Black Friday weekend. My mom, daughter and I make the outing to enjoy the camaraderie of special loved ones and friends.
I’ve been listening to Christmas music for at least the past three weeks, much to my husband’s irritation. I mean, it’s not like it’s on all the time, and it’s only in the car when he’s not riding with me. But still. He knows and is therefore sufficiently bothered.
Barbara Morgan of Stephensburg has loved working with flowers since her youth. On visits to her grandmother's home, she gathered wildflowers and cedar limbs to arrange in old coffee cans. Morgan loved walking through the woods, looking at the wildflowers and moss on the trees.
She’s grown that love of flowers and plant life into a 21-year career as a florist. Morgan and her husband, Jimmy, have owned The Rosey Posey Florist in Elizabethtown for 16 years.
Someone once said the mother-in-law daughter-in-law relationship is the toughest one to manage.
Can any other woman cook his favorite foods just like mom did or wash his clothes just so?
Is anyone good enough for the light of her life? Can anyone else treat her son with the love a mother has? Can she graciously move to second place as another woman takes first place in his heart?
I was thinking about this last week as we traveled eight hours to Commerce, Ga., to attend the funeral of my husband’s mother.