Childhood was taken for granted. As tiny humans, we were fed, clothed, housed and introduced to local happenings. We were not required to search out those things. Someone (presumably our parents or grandparents) guided us along with what they knew and passed it along. My childhood was filled with memories created by adults in my family and in my neighborhood.
During the hot summer days, it was cooler to sit outside on our patio rather than to battle the sweltering heat inside. Waiting and hoping the temperature would drop enough for us to get a good night’s sleep.
Many nights were spent huddled around a transistor radio broadcasting the baseball game. Of course, as a small child, I had no idea what they were talking about but the sounds of the game combined with the hum of crickets created a symphony at sunset. One could go from house to house in our neighborhood and find the dads sitting in their lawn chairs, watering lawns while listening to the game.
We had wonderful guests this weekend. They were busy running around all weekend spending time with family and friends who live here in town. I didn’t see a whole lot of them except at breakfast each morning.
As I served up their meals each day, we chatted and I found through conversation with them that we had a lot in common as parents and innkeepers. The first breakfast I spent most of my time talking with them as they ate. We asked questions of each other and shared stories.
The following morning I made a comment to my husband that perhaps I stayed too long and did not give them a chance to just be alone during their breakfast to talk with each other. I informed him that I would hold back a bit the second morning and not engage as much. I didn’t want to come across as the chatty innkeeper.
As they approached the dining area, they grabbed a cup of coffee and instead of heading to their table, they grabbed bar stools and sat down at the breakfast bar where I was preparing food. The conver...
Easter has never fallen on April Fool's Day in my life time. In addition, the most snow that has ever been recorded on Easter in Saint Louis was 1" in 1917. We might very well exceed that statistic as we are in for some crazy rain, sleet and snow today. It's been a very wet couple of weeks here in the Lou and having raised three girls, I know how disappointed a little girl can be when she is told she has to cover up her pretty Easter outfit with a puffy coat, mittens and boots just to go to church!
As dreary and damp as it has been, young spirits in yesterday's activities were not dampened, despite the cold and wet environment of the Clifton Heights Easter Egg Hunt. Families came out with their young children with baskets in hand eagerly awaiting the announcement to "go!" Little kids everywhere running up the hills, snatching colored eggs with their patient parents close behind doing their best to cover their children with umbrellas.
It was a great showing, all things considered. If you...