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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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Tag Archives: memories
THE FARM . . .
As I sit in my own “farm” house in the city of Anoka, I can’t help but recall days spent at my grandparents’ home in Wisconsin so many years ago. There’s something about a farm that reeks of clean living, … Continue reading
WADING THROUGH THE MEMORIES
JUST A SMALL SAMPLING OF ART BY PAUL T. BOECHER Diving into the waters of downsizing is something we did almost eight years ago. Once more we’re faced with wading through years of accumulating, creating, saving, hoarding, whatever you want … Continue reading
BEST FRIENDS FOREVER . . .
As I review my life, I can’t help but think about the many friends have had through these past 81 years. I remember the name of my very first best friend. It was Mary Beth O’Neill. She was the first Catholic I’d ever … Continue reading
CHRISTMASES PAST – PART FOUR
In the late 1950s, the Christmas parade was a major event in Milwaukee. People would line the streets – row upon row. Small children would sit on the shoulders of a parent to get a better view of the many … Continue reading
THE YOUNG & RESTLESS SHEPHERDS
This is a rerun of what will probably be posted annually. It is a wonderful memory from several years ago, that will remain in my mind forever. There’s nothing like a Christmas pageant with children that seems to ignite all … Continue reading
CHRISTMASES PAST – part two . . .
My maternal grandmother was always on top of Christmas. She had a lot of grandchildren. They weren’t wealthy – just an ordinary couple of farmers who never failed to remember those they loved. It seemed there was one tradition that … Continue reading
TIME MELTING AWAY . . .
I’m not a fan of Surrealistic art, but in 1931, Salvador Dali painted the above image, called. “The Persistence of Memory. The painting created quite a stir and tested the intelligence of everyone who viewed it. What was the deeper … Continue reading
REMEDY FOR AN ACHING HEART
There is no greater remedy – no vaccination – no antidote – no panacea or cure than spending a day or more with those you love. We had that opportunity this week as my sister and her husband made the … Continue reading
NEW SUMMER MEMORIES
Last year, at this time, we were on the shores of the river in Hudson, WI, watching young sailors having fun and learning how to sail. It was a beautiful memory of a day. The air was fresh and clean. … Continue reading
FISHING OPENER
“Do not tell fish stories where the people know you; but particularly, don’t tell them where they know the fish.” Mark Twain His dad was the first to teach him how to fish. It was a wonderful bonding experience for … Continue reading
MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS . . .
Memories of past events. people and places, come flooding back into my mind on Throw Back Thursdays. The times of our youth, when we feel that we’re invincible and still have not experienced the pitfalls of living – the days … Continue reading
MEMORY FAIL
The human mind is an amazing organ. It can hold more information than a computer, yet as we age, the data we’ve accumulated causes it to crash and even become useless. The one fear I have about growing old is … Continue reading
FAMILY REUNION
(bottom left to right) Son, Bob Boecher – Paul Boecher – Kathy Boecher – Daughters, Joy Oquist & Amy Pentti. (Top left to right) Granddaughter, Kaeli Oquist, Bob’s fiancee, Janet Stroup, Grandson, Josh Pentti, Amy’s husband, Brian Pentti, Joy’s husband, … Continue reading
PAINTING MEMORIES
ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© A collection of old memories upon the table rests, Each one remains unblemished, yet each has passed a test, The hat has wandered near and far, a shelter from the heat, Through wind … Continue reading
LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW
My maternal grandparents owned a farm. The house was charming, but I often wondered how a family of ten could inhabit the space comfortably. It was a two-story home with no bathroom until much later on. I would often spend … Continue reading
GENERATION GAPS?
So much has changed over time – or has it? I think the generation gaps we hear about are more like stepping-stones to building future generations. In my lifetime alone, I’ve seen technology change tremendously. I grew up with one … Continue reading
SILVER & GOLD
My maternal grandmother was the wife of a farmer – a woman with a true pioneer spirit. She often shared memories of her childhood in Montana, gathering buffalo chips to build a fire. When she grew older and married a … Continue reading
OLD TIME CURE ALLS
I remember spending summer vacations at my grandparents’ farm. It was quite an experience for a city girl to become a country mouse for a couple months. I recall going shopping in the big grocery store in the nearest town … Continue reading
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