Tag Archives: nostalgia
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
A QUAINT COUNTRY TOWN
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© Another time, another place, a world so far gone by, Where streets were paved with cobblestones, under an azure sky, Where people took the time to share a word or more with … Continue reading
HAVE YOU SEEN THE MIRACLE OF CHRISTMAS?
I love the old movies about Christmas. You know the ones that make you feel all soft inside – cause you tear up – strike a familiar nerve. Movies like, “A Christmas Carol,” “It’s a Wonderful Life,” “White Christmas.” These … 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
THANKSGIVING MEMORIES
As I think back to times that warm my heart, I can’t help but remember the old cast iron stove that was the centerpiece of my grandparent’s kitchen. That huge conservator of heat kept the house warm – listened to … 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
I LOVE A PARADE!
Just a few days ago, we celebrated the birth of our nation in our new home town of Anoka, Minnesota. When we moved here last fall, we also moved to a new church so that we could attend services with … Continue reading
DON’T PACK AWAY YOUR PATRIOTISM
Yesterday was like an old fashioned fourth of July for us. We went to the park in the center of our little town, carried our lawn chairs to a nice shaded area along with many others, and sat and waited … Continue reading
REMEMBER WHEN?
I think every generation considers the “good old days” as their times growing up and as young adults. George Washington undoubtedly preferred remembering the days when he was cutting down cherry trees more than his time leading a fledgling country out of … Continue reading
MISTY MORNING
ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© With each passing mile we see, nestled in within the trees, Tiny reminders of homes which once were, Each building, suffering the wear of time, Peeling paint, Broken windows, Shattered dreams … Continue reading
