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Box of Memories

I wrote this in 2018 and came across it today. I like it. I hope you do too. ❤

Penny Wilson Writes

Sorting through that bookshelf, all I intended to do was to gather a few books to donate when I saw it.  The Box of Memories.  The box was something that I had found in an antique store.  The box had been carefully hand made and at one time was someone’s treasure.  It was battered and aged, but had it’s own beauty and I had to have it.

I pulled the box down and wiped the dust off the top. After opening the lid, I lifted an old photo out of the box and looked at it.  It was curled and yellow with age.  I couldn’t remember the last time that I looked through The Box of Memories.  Years.  The picture of my oldest brother, taken just after High School.  He was ready to take on the world.  A slight smile played at the corners of his mouth.  He looked out…

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Posted in Life, Poetry

*REBLOG: Dear Poet — forgottenmeadows

This is a REBLOG from Forgotten Meadow’s beautiful blog.  Be sure to visit her site! 

Dear Poet,I see you behind the blue inkof your spilled heartfallen,amidst wordsthat you meant to say,but never did. Dear Poet,I see you… poetry and image copyright neha 2022

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Posted in Life, Writing

My First Spark For Writing

*I originally posted this in 2018, but after coming across it recently, it brought back some really good memories.  I thought I would share those memories with you.  I hope you enjoy. 🙂 

I was trying to think back to when the first real spark for writing happened to me.  In my teens, I would write those, love-sick, heart-wrenching poems to that boy that would never read it.  I never wanted anyone to see what I was writing because it was my deepest, love-sick secrets.  I also dabbled at keeping a diary at different times as a child, but I never stuck with it for very long.

Then in 7th grade, Junior High, I met my English Teacher, Miss Stiff.

Miss Stiff looked Very Much as her name implied.  She was the stuffy, prim and proper school teacher.  She kept her hair up in a tight severe bun and wore dresses well below her knees.  She ruled her classes with an iron fist and took no guff from anyone.

I didn’t like school very much, especially as a teenager.  I was much more concerned with boys and partying.  But I did well in English.  I had always had a love of reading (thank you Mom) so studying English came easily for me.

I had a couple of advantages in Miss Stiff’s class.  I did well, studied, paid attention and got good grades.  Because of this, Miss Stiff looked favorably upon me.  I guess I was a bit of a Teacher’s Pet.  Most of the kids didn’t like Miss Stiff because she was so strict.  But I got along just fine with her.

Miss Stiff had a way of sparking my imagination like no one else ever had.  In addition to just teaching English, Miss Stiff would give us assignments that allowed our imaginations to run wild!  She would give us prompts for story writing and then just let us have fun with those prompts.  She would do things like write two or three unrelated words on the blackboard and have us write a story using those words.  For example:  she might write, “fish, trashcan & toothbrush”.

I may not have had the best story in class, but there was no one in class that went at it with as much enthusiasm and abandon as I did.  I LOVED it when I was given free rein to write whatever I wanted!

Looking back, I was 14 or 15 years old.  It would take me approximately another 40 years before I found that I really had a passion for writing.  I wish I would have paid more attention to that inner spark.

I have no idea what ever happened to Miss Stiff.  I wasn’t the type of kid that stayed in touch with my teachers.  I hope that Miss Stiff can look down on me and know what a wonderful, positive influence she had on my life.  Thank heavens for teachers like Miss Stiff.

© 2018 Penny Wilson 

Posted in Life

*REBLOG-Rest in Peace Michelle Nichols — Peaceful Rampage

*This is a reblog from Peaceful Rampage’s blog.  Please be sure to visit Mike blog!

Michelle Nichols It is my sad duty to report the passing of Hollywood legend Michelle Nichols, who died this past Saturday at the age of 89 from heart failure. Michelle had a long and prosperous acting career spanning many decades but she will most be known for her role as Lieutenant Uhura in the television […]

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Posted in Life

Summers of My Youth

Sometimes I long for the summers of my youth.  When summer days were endless and Grandpa was my hero, the biggest, strongest man I knew.  I remember days spent sitting on a summer sidewalk with a hammer and a bag of pecans.  Barefoot was the dress code.  Bologna sandwiches and playing in the spinkler on the lawn.  Going to the drive-in with the station wagon loaded with all the neighbor kids.  Brown paper bags of popcorn and falling asleep before the 2nd movie came on.  Being tucked into bed, with a tender kiss on my cheek.   I recall laying on my back on a hillside watching the puffy white clouds and savouring the tiny drops of nectar from the honeysuckle blossoms.  Fireflies in a jar.

Don’t get me wrong, life was hard, damned hard, at times.  But I thank God and my Mom, for beautiful memories like these.

Do you have a favorite Summer Memory?

Thank you for joining me on this journey. Penny

Posted in Life

Bedroom Before and After

I’ve been busy enough lately that I haven’t had time to do any real writing.  Since most of you know that I am working on my house, I thought I would show you a couple of before and after photos of my bedroom!

The flooring had been removed down to the plywood subfloor.  The walls had a million holes in them and were a dirty, yucky, baby poop color. 

I filled in the cracks between the boards and any holes or divets with wood filler and smoothed out the seams as best I could.  I then sealed the floor with 3 coats of primer and 2 coats of Kilz Gray.  I painted the walls white.  At this point I was looking for Clean!  I then put a large area rug in the middle of the foor.  I love the way it turned out.  What do you think? 

Another view of AFTER.

Thanks for joining me on this journey!  Penny ❤ 

Posted in Life

House Surprise – Floor

When I decided to purchase my home, I knew that buying a home this old (1925) would have its share of challenges.  For a while, it seems that I was facing a new challenge, a new disaster, dailey.  I’ve started to call these disasters “surprises”.  My house was surprising me every day!

The photo above shows my latest Surprise!

When the builders of my home were putting this house together they did not carry the flooring continuously from room to room.  There is a break in the flooring between each room.  Some of the breaks are small, but some, like this one, are large.

The original thresholds are 1″ thick.  A real trip hazard.  Each of the existing thresholds are handmade specifically for that doorway opening.  I decided to replace all of the thresholds with those that are more low profile.  This has been no easy task.  Some of the openings that I need to cover are 8″ wide.  Also, most thresholds have a hole in the center to attach it to the floor.  The first picture shows you why that won’t work for me.

I finally found a manufacturer that makes these beautiful boards.  They are 1/2″ thick.  While not as thin as I would like, they will be at least half as thick as the exisiting ones.

I filled in the huge gap with some of that spray foam insulation.  The kind that expands after its sprayed.  This was the perfect solution to fill in the gaping hole.

Then after cutting and staining the new boards, I put them in place.  They are huge improvement over what was there.

My next project is the master bathroom.  I’ll post some before and after pictures once I’ve completed that room.  I hope you’ve enjoyed following along with me while I continue to work on my house.  🙂