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What were your expectations for Prom?
Proms. Did you go to yours? Or someone elses? Tell us about it. And click below to hear what expectations Pam and Ellen had of theirs. When I went to high school, there were two proms; Junior and Senior year. Of course, you could end up going to more than two if you went with upper or lowere classmen to theirs or with people who went to other schools. My expectations for Junior Prom was simply being asked to go. Going stag just wasn’t done back then. If you read my story about the first time my heart was broken, you’ll remember a beautiful young man who did just that;…
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One of my Dad’s strongest traits was?
Fathers and their traits. Do you want to share what you think your fathers was? Ellen and Pam share theirs below. I believe my dad’s strongest trait was optimism. He was a glass full kind of guy – someone who saw the good in every situation, person or day. This optimism got him in trouble at times, he was naïve in his trust of people. He lived with his whole heart and as an insurance agent fell into people’s stories. He would pay the down payment for that family of five who was living paycheck to paycheck believing that the repayment would come. Sometimes it did – more times it did…
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One of my mom’s strongest characteristics was?
Thinking on your mother’s characteristics – can you single out one that you think was her strongest? Click below to see how close Ellen and Pam came on theirs. I thought and thought about this and finally decided that I would talk about how loving she was. Here are some of the little details that I can remember: I can still feel her hands as she stroked my hair or brushed it. Cozying up next to her on the couch to have her read a book to me or both of reading our own books as I got older. Feeling her hand on my shoulder as she leaned over…
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Do you remember the first time you were reprimanded by an adult?
Reprimands. We’ve all had them directed at us. This week we ask the question – do you remember the first adult who reprimanded you who was NOT a member of your family? Listen in as Pam and Ellen each describe their own experience with this. I do – rather vividly actually. Growing up, our house sat up on a hill – There was an apple orchard in our side yard and the path that ran through it led to the backyard of a house on a small dead end. One of Ellen’s neighborhood friends lived in that house and we spent time down there often. (In fact, if you…