This morning, my sister Darlene (Blackford) was telling me about all of the activities that she and granddaughter Sagan enjoyed during spring break. One of them was making mud pies. That brought back childhood memories.
During the winter, we often talk about whether the weather is normal for this time of the year, but I wonder, just what is “normal” anyway? So this week, my column focuses on a “typical” winter.
Each winter when we were growing up on the ranch, my siblings and I came down with some kind of illness that I’m guessing was a flu. We didn’t go to the doctor as one.
When my siblings and I were growing up on the ranch, Christmas Eve Day was a long day as we thought about the day to come. The tree that our dad, Kenneth Osborn, had cut.
As with all holidays, Halloween was a special time for my siblings and I when we were growing up on the Morapos ranch. As an adult, I can’t seem to bring up the same special.