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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
WHY DO WE LOVE THE PAST?
What is it about the past that’s so appealing? Looking back at historical events – from ancient times -to times of royalty and the Renaissance – to the foundation of our own country, are times that are compelling to many … 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
THE HIDING PLACE
We often seek to hide from God – our sins are much too great, We tremble at the thought of Him, but He will simply wait, Until the darkness is too much for us to comprehend, We’re in so deep, … Continue reading
CHRISTMAS PAST
Oh what a lovely painting, filled with memories, nostalgia, days gone by and nothing but love. Carolers huddled together singing the songs of the season – warming each other with each verse. A house filled with good food, gifts, a … Continue reading
AN OLD FASHIONED CHRISTMAS
Days of yore may long be gone, but memories linger on, Of Christmases of yesterday, of years that since have gone, My youth no longer dwells in me, though memories stay strong, Of times we spent together with caroling and songs, … Continue reading
THE GOLDEN DAYS OF OLD
With every passing morning, through every dawning light,Time flits from here to there each day, and withers into night,If it would just stand still again, like golden days of yore,We might enjoy the little things, that make us love life … Continue reading
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN – ALREADY HAS
Nostalgia is defined as a bittersweet reminder of what things were like in the past; what we were way back when; who we spent time with and how much better our lives were. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could … Continue reading
ANOTHER TIME, ANOTHER PLACE
ORIGINAL ART BY PAUL T. BOECHER & POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER© Long, cotton dress, brushing the tops of a cobblestone road, A child at her side, collecting posies while roaming the edge of an ancient town, A town built of … Continue reading
THE VALUE IN REMEMBERING
As time rages on and the end of lfe draws closer, we often have to rely on our memories to get us through each day. At this point in the journey, it becomes harder to recall some of those most … Continue reading
MEMORABLE PLACES – A GALLERY
A quiet town nestled into the bluffs lining the river – a popular city site of a former flour mill – the corner cafe in a tiny town hidden amongst the trees – a bakery, a lighthouse, a place for … Continue reading
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
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