The Permanent Family Record
The Happy Medium: “This is a story my oldest sister told me not too long ago. I call it ‘A Short Walk With Daddy.’
“My brother and sister were the first of our family of six children, growing up in rural Wisconsin. They were the pride and joy of Dad and Mom. The two siblings played together all the time and had nicknames for each other; one was Ty, the other Dodo. To this day, neither remembers which was which.
Continue reading “Where has Daddy gone? “I don’t think he’s coming back. He’s leaving us in the woods.””
Our pets, ourselves
The Astronomer of Nininger: “Subject: Do Dogs Read Your Mind?
“They say that the Twin Cities has more people who leave during the winter than any other departure point in the United States. When winter gets long and cold, you want warmth and comforting relaxation, and going south, even for a short duration, makes sense.
Continue reading “What does the Weimaraner know, and how does she know it?”
Live in the Service Economy
Elvis reports: “Subject: Life today.
“Elvis was in a mid-sized city in Wisconsin, and his mother’s cellphone battery was dying. He offered to head to the cellphone store and just get a new phone, but Mom likes this one and knows how to use it.
Continue reading “What does it take to get a new cellphone battery? And how much will it cost?”
Our pets, ourselves
Including: In memoriam
Grandma Pat, “formerly of rural Roberts, Wisconsin,” writes: “Subject: Our animal companions.
“The number of residents in our senior apartment has diminished. My sister Nancy has had to send her canine companion Maggie — an intrepid Australian Blue Heeler (also healer) — off to the spirit world.
Continue reading “Mr. Wiggles steps up to fill the void that Maggie left . . .”
Here & There
The Astronomer of Nininger writes: “Subject: Blowing in the Wind.
“We’ve heard that this past winter was a cold and windy one. We have only anecdotal information upon which to base any judgment of that status, but the Good Wife and I smile at each other when people complain about the wind. We used to live in Wyoming, where they say that if the wind ever stopped blowing, everyone would fall down.
Continue reading “Windy? You call this windy? Well, let me tell you about windy!”