Waking up to another day. without you here, on this the, thirteenth year. […]
Category: Family
Those I remembered on Memorial Day
On this most recent Memorial Day weekend i spent sometime reflecting on the soldiers In my life. My maternal grandfather was a horse soldier in WW1; i have a photocopy of his draft notice snd a picture of him in uniform on a horse. My father was in the Navy, the Army Air Corp and […]
“I wanna know where love goes…”
High kilowatt smile, eyes cast across lifetimes Soul seeking Soul. ©Nancilynn Saylor 15 May 2017
Wish you were here…
I awakened after a night of restless dreams to a sweet text message from one of my late son Steve’s high school friends. He always adored Jo and they participated in theater arts together…he truly loved her for her beautiful heart. I have a some sweet special friendships with many of his friends from high […]
The Final Frontier
It was 1957 and our whole family was crowded into our parents bedroom. We all crouched on the floor in front of the window, craning our necks as we searched the clear, dark winter night sky.Soon we saw it. It was a small fuzzy ball of light moving across the horizon- Sputnik, the recently launched […]
My dad’s birthday
My dad was born on January 8, 1923. He passed just a month before his 91st birthday. He liked spicy foods, reading good books and watching football or other sports, on television. I woke up this morning thinking of him and missing him. I spent my day making homemade Salsa and watching my favorite football […]
Winter weekend
Canning today A half case of tomatoes Homemade spaghetti sauce! Nancilynn Saylor January 2017 Spaghetti sauce
Remembrance
December is a hard month for me and my family. My siblings and I lost both parents during this month & my oldest sister lost her only son. I try to fill the days with thankfulness and Christmas joy but the truth is, a pervading sadness seeps through. I awoke this morning with thoughts of […]
My Granny’s House
My Granny lived in a tiny house on First Street in Hominy, Oklahoma. What hazy things I can remember, were from our sporadic family visits, usually on the way from one place to another new place to live. Military families move often. In my child’s memory, the house did not seem all that small. […]
Retrospective
A faded old book with a baby blue stained cover, the color for a wished for boy, who would not be me. Inside, a picture of my mother, father, sister and me; October 18, 1949, is the date written in my mother’s hand. Daddy in his uniform, is smiling and proud, a […]
