Through the Years

Sixty-one years ago my Mother and I ride the Santa Fe Chief to Chicago to shop for my trousseau. It is August before my marriage to Rodney Eugene Wilson. Our wedding takes place  October 26, 1952. Today, June 5, 2013 it has been two years since his death. Time is so...

A Trip to Texas

I never met a three-day-old donkey before. Ben, Tina and I flew into San Antonio. After the drive north to Boerne we headed for a bite of lunch, a bit of birding in Cibilo Park and checking in at Ye Kendall Inn. News of Diane Wilson’s death threw us into a swirl of...

The Aging Process

Two movies in one weekend. Probably some kind of a record for me. I’ve been telling myself for weeks that I wanted to go to a movie, but saying something and doing something about it are two different things. Finally, I said, “Ok, now.” Yesterday I...

A Thrilling Opera

Love, anger, revenge and forgiveness all swirled across the screen during the Metropolitan Opera’s HD broadcast of Donizetti’s Maria Stuarda this afternoon. My sister, Pam, Kaze and I listened/watched entranced for three hours as Queen Elizabeth I and Mary...

When is Old too Old?

Is 81 years old too old for a slumber party – or as they say today – a “sleep over?” Not at all. Bobbie Hawkins Aupperlee, whose husband died recently after a long illness, invites several high school friends to come to her farm near Newkirk, OK. Five of us join her...

The Beginning and the End

“I’m not going to date one of the ‘big boys.” I’d heard a rumor that Rodney Wilson planned to ask me for a date. Since I was only a junior in high school, his return from the Navy qualified him as one of the “big boys.” That spring of 1947 most of my girl friends at...