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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: nostalgia
THE OLD HOMESTEAD – A GALLERY
The path to the house was lined with a brigade of tall sentries. Each pine meticulously planted and nurtured for years. It was now their duty to protect the meager house from the elements. Once you reached the house you … Continue reading
THAT’S ENTERTAINMENT
What do you see in this photograph from the 1950s? To me, it’s a memory of Saturdays in my childhood. Each of those days would find me and every other kid in the neighborhood using our hard earned allowance to … Continue reading
OVER THE MEADOW
Over the meadow and through the woods, through wind and sleet and snow, We’d bundle up tight, fill up the car and off to Wisconsin we’d go, The roads were quite slippery, the vision unclear, but still we scurried along, … Continue reading
THROW BACK THURSDAY – MY GREAT GRANDPARENTS
Today is Throw Back Thursday. I chose to pull this picture out today, because I wonder what these two would think of our country in its current state. They were a wonderful couple – one that meant stability to me. … Continue reading
IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR TOWN
ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© The broken down feed mill remains firmly planted aside the river bank,Like a noble guardian, staunchly overlooking the water, Once filled with golden treasure of the harvest,It now stands as a … Continue reading
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY ONLY SIBLING
When we were young and innocent, so very long ago, I didn’t think too much of you at all, You’d tag along behind me like the shadow you would throw, Our youth is gone, but still we can recall. The nights we … Continue reading
FAMILY REUNIONS
I haven’t got a clue who the people are in this old photograph, but they look like part of the same genealogy – the family tree filled with all kinds of nuts. My own family was much like this and … Continue reading
HIDEAWAY
ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© A once bustling hot spot, filled with laughter and good times, Stands obscured under moss covered walls of stone, The recesses of mortar have all but decayed, Leaving only empty spaces, … Continue reading
MOTHERS WHO INFLUENCED MY LIFE
My mother’s mom was the wife of a farmer. I knew she had dreams of a big city life and whenever she had the chance she showed her ability to make people laughy with her entertaining antics. She was a … Continue reading
BLUE CHRISTMAS
It’s that time of year again. For almost two months we put ourselves through so much unnecessary stress. We fret over Thanksgiving dinner and preparing the feast. We make travel arrangements to accommodate a true family get together. We struggle … Continue reading
THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT A FARM
ART & INSPIRATION BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER Both my husband and I grew up in the city. I lived in a 4 story apartment building which required walking up four flights of stairs. It was a modest old brick … Continue reading
SOMEDAY THESE WILL BE THE GOOD OLD DAYS
I remember hearing stories about the good old days when I was a child. My grandmother would talk about riding a horse and buggy to town every Sunday for church and spending the rest of the day with relatives. There … Continue reading
WHAT’S INSIDE?
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© It was nothing more than the skeletal remains of a deserted old building. The facade bore scars on its sun bleached boards. It had become pock marked by the bullets of hail. … Continue reading
QUIET TIME
“Age puzzles me. I thought it was a quiet time. My seventies were interesting and fairly serene, but my eighties are passionate. I grow more intense as I age.” Florida Scott-Maxwell I remember it as plain as day – grandma’s … Continue reading
DAYS GONE BY
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© Sun kissed cobblestones, line the streets of gold, Streets we long to walk one day when heaven we behold, Dreams of simpler times, days of having fun, Time to spend with those … Continue reading
SATURDAY MOVIE ADVENTURES
I grew up in the 50s and spent almost every Saturday at the local movie theater, absorbing every kind of movie magic I could. We’d spend less than a dollar for a whole day of entertainment and get a box … Continue reading
CHRISTMASES PAST
“Spirit!” said Scrooge in a broken voice, “remove me from this place.” “I told you these were shadows of the things that have been,” said the Ghost. “That they are what they are, do not blame me!” Charles Dickens – … Continue reading
BACKYARD THEATER
I cannot even begin to comment on the above picture. I was born in 1942 and most of my childhood occurred during the 40s and 50s. We didn’t even have a television set until I turned ten. It was … Continue reading
