Perhaps everyone likes to sing but in a public venue? Maybe singing in the shower or while driving alone or even singing as one of a large group knowing that your voice will be lost in the midst might bring out your latent vocal talent but singing a solo, forget it!
There is a saying I think about regarding perseverance: When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on. That’s what I think of when I see how some of the people I visit deal with various degrees of adversity mostly related to health concerns. Here are some examples.
I became a teenager in the early 1940s and in retrospect, acted the part perfectly, that is, cast possibilities of danger to the wind and did my own thing in other words, sometimes acted contrary to what the expectations of my parents might have been.
I have a small plaque in my yard which states: Time Began in a Garden. For those who believe in the inerrancy of the Bible, this makes sense since this was where Adam and Eve made their entrance onto the world’s stage at a Garden in Eden.
The church I attend has a small congregation thus no nursery since there are usually no children in attendance.
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.
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.
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.”
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.