Tag: Family
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Only Two Years?
COVID-19 was officially declared a pandemic two years ago today, give or take. Or so they say. It was a lifetime ago, from where I sit. So much has happened, I thought I’d catch you up. For me, the start of the pandemic will always be punctuated by my father’s death in February 2020. Just…
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Auld Lang Syne to the Good Times
In a few hours and with a flip of the calendar, it’ll be 2020. Just like that, we’re already closing the door on the first 20 years of the 21st century. And don’t look now, but here comes a leap year, an Olympics year and another election year. I won’t necessarily leap; I definitely won’t…
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Happy birthday, Jack
On this date a few decades ago, I got a two-fer: a baby brother who grew up to be one of my favorite friends. Jack is the only person in the world who calls me “Sis,” and today is his birthday. I am four and a half years older than Jack, so I can only…
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Déja Vu All Oven Again
I can’t remember the last time before this year that Bill and I hosted for Thanksgiving. But I’ll never forget the first time. We’d been married just a little more than two years; we’d rented a table and some extra chairs to accommodate the 15 who were coming; and we were both registered to run…
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Last of a Long Goodbye
Mary Arthur Anderson would have turned 91 years old on August 31, had she not passed away this year on Easter Sunday. She was the first of five siblings that include Bill, of which he is second-to-last born. His younger sister, Hazel, and he are the two surviving siblings. Mary was a faithful wife of…
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Looking Back at 25
Bill and I met in 1993, when we both worked at the Knoxville News-Sentinel. He in circulation, me in the newsroom. About 18 months later, we were married. I don’t know if–in the swirl of finding and buying a house, planning a wedding and a honeymoon–lots of marrying people imagine a future when that marriage…
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Thanks for the Memories
Ever spent 24 consecutive years in the same house? My husband and I just did–the house we moved into when we came home from our honeymoon. We sold it in June and moved to Chattanooga, which we are loving, by the way. Moving forces you to purge. The prospect of hauling stuff to a new…
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