Golda Bernstein took her five year-old grandson to the beach. Her heart swelled with pride as she stood with her darling grandson dressed in his blue and white sailor suit viewing the majesty of the ocean. Suddenly a rogue wave washed in, picked him up, and swept him away, leaving everything else nearby dry and unscathed.
Golda raised her hands to the sky and demanded of God, “How can you so cruelly take my grandson and leave me here to suffer? What kind of God are you?”
In a moment, another wave appeared from nowhere returning the child to her, safe and well.
She raised her arms heavenward. “He had a hat!”
Daddy’s insistence on respect from his family made it all the more rewarding when indignities befell him. Daddy was the first the see humor when we found ourselves in awkward or embarrassing situations, but did not like being the butt of jokes. Naturally, we loved seeing him embarrass himself. Daddy worked alternating shifts at the paper mill. Continue reading
Anything regarding sex was dark and unmentionable in mixed company. Children were not to embarrass adults by noticing any veiled reference made in their presence, never asking why any adult was in the hospital, and vacating the room if the words complications, hormones, or nature came up in conversation. Above all, women should never refer to their “period.” Continue reading
We tangled with the crows last summer and came way out on the losing end. They patiently watched us plow, measure, make rows, and plant, showing special interest in the seeds we’d chosen. From their keen attention, we could see they were partial to sweet corn. They practically drooled when it came out of the bag. Continue reading
The shrubs along our yard fence riddled with our tunnels and hideouts were a wonderful place to play. All five of us were playing in them one day when we started tossing the little girls high in the shrubs and letting them slide to the Continue reading
Amidst all the bustling to get the Thanksgiving feast on the table yesterday, this lady slipped off to enjoy her favorite of the day, sweet potato peelings destined for the compost heap. It’s good to notice life’s small blessings,