Easter Egg Hunt
I suppose the traditions surrounding an Easter egg hunt are about the same today as they were in the 1930s when I took part in one.
I suppose the traditions surrounding an Easter egg hunt are about the same today as they were in the 1930s when I took part in one.
How about a fruit dip now that our weather is warming up a bit?
The letter written during WWII postmarked Alexandria, LA, May 16, 11:30 AM, 1945, written on a Tuesday afternoon, was recently handed to me by a friend.
This fruit salad makes me think of spring. And I hope it is finally here….
Probably the first time you experienced a 100 mile per hour ride was when you were 16 years old, newly licensed to drive, you headed out SC 34 toward Bingham, with no obvious traffic in sight.
In your junior high English class, perhaps you remember studying the four classes of sentences: declarative, imperative, interrogative and exclamatory or maybe not, because you were busy with other important English lessons that day which did not stress grammar that is “The system of rules implicit in a language, viewed as a mechanism for generating all possible sentence in that language.”
This is the first recipe I put in my column and is one of my mother’s signature creatons. So good and so simple.
To get to Fantasy Land, head out SC57 to Burke Road, take a right, cross the railroad, pass by the fire station and hang a right on a wonderfully named Mirage Lake Road; you are in the midst of Americana, a row of well kept homes in a dream like setting.
This week’s recipe is super simple. Hope you will enjoy.
Sunday school lessons can be enlightening and yes, can force you to answer important questions about what you believe or should believe if you adhere to what the Good Book says at least as you understand it.