Hello...it's hard to describe myself, as you have probably found out writing your own bio. I'm 63, and hate getting old. Too much still undone, too many places unseen, too many friends unmet. I read a lot, always have, and from early childhood I've had a running
+ more bio informationLooking back on childhood is like looking into a deep well. Where the sunlight hits the water there are little bright spots. This memory of my grandma is one of those bright spots. Her name was Magya, and she came to this country from Iceland and the beginning of the twentieth century. Her family homesteaded near Winnipeg, an... More..
I live in a rural area where Christmas tree farms are nearly as common as corn fields. The trees grow for a decade before reaching a marketable size, but in every other way, they are not much different from any other agricultural crop - potatoes or beets or rose bushes. When a Christmas tree is cut down, it is replaced by new... More..
I believe. I believe that Jesus walked this earth two thousand years ago and that His life changed the world. And yes, I do believe He was a Messenger of God. One in a long line throughout our history, bringing God's message to us as we progressed from tiny clans huddled in caves toward this present day - this one still momen... More..
There is only one road into our little lakeside community, and for the past year or so it has been dug up repeatedly for installation of water mains and drainage for a new subdivision on the mountainside. There is a river running alongside the road, and a very old, narrow bridge at the crossing. I was waiting there to get hom... More..
Life's Little Embarrassing Moments - It was an unplanned and unexpected visit to an eye specialist. I couldn't drive myself into town as a sudden medical condition had affected the vision in my right eye. Hubby was too busy to leave work so I called on my youngest son, who arrived promptly with his girlfriend in her moth... More..
The bitterly cold wind howled down from the north, making the snow crunch as I plodded along a path trodden by deer at the edge of the black pine forest. I'd come to this remote northern town to escape my life, desperate to find a way to survive the hellish year just past. A chain of events had begun with a flat tire and ende... More..
I've fallen in front of people several times. Two of these stick out in my memory. The first was simply embarrassing.It was in junior high school, during choir practice. I had worn a tight jumper that hot spring day, and I'd just started my monthly. I remember feeling a bit woozy, then there was a sensation of falling through... More..
I have to look far back to my early childhood for this memory. Later years have provided little opportunity for gardening. Now that I finally have plenty of time and space to grow a garden, we live under tall cedars, which do not take kindly to sharing the earth. My gardening is all done in planters and pots, barrels and urns... More..
Tiki and Atiko Go to the Fair Tiki and Atiko strolled through the jungle on their way to the banana patch. It was very hot in the sun, but under the canopy of the giant trees the two elephants felt a little cooler. The monkey tribe swung overhead on vines, chattering and scolding the elephants. They were careful not to annoy ... More..
My Dad....an enigma to me most of my life. Others called him "Hunter Bill" - a wonderful story-teller, a man with a great sense of humor, but from my point of view he was often reticent, unable to express affection, sometimes quick tempered. I only remember one time when he kissed me, and that's when I was leaving the country... More..
Carolyn Paradis
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