Tag Archives: nostalgia
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
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
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
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
MY BASEMENT IS A DUNGEON
(This is not actually our basement, but looks sort of like it.) We moved from the city last fall, into a farm house which was originally built in 1875. This little treasure was almost completely destroyed during the tornado of … Continue reading
MY SISTER
THIS POST ORIGINATED ON 10/24/14 AND HAS RECEIVED A LOTS OF HITS LATELY. THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE WORTHY OF A REPOST. A sister is a person you can love with all your might, She’ll do most anything for you. You trust her with … Continue reading
CHUGGING ALONG
ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© The muddy waters are stirred by the giant paddle wheel, Steam pours from the smoke stack, The craft easily cuts through the river, Gliding, coasting, dancing across the glasslike surface, Encroaching … Continue reading
ANOTHER TIME, ANOTHER PLACE
Original art by Paul T. Boecher© A cobblestone path, a house made of mortar and brick, With shutters to shade, open windows to cool, The doors were not locked, its light was a lone candlestick, A fire to cook on and … Continue reading
DAYS OF OLD
Original art by Paul T. Boecher© Were things so great in days gone by, or slower and less confusing, To reach your eyes up to the sky and paint the clouds to your amusing, An elephant or eagle’s wings, a shepherd with a flock of sheep, beside … Continue reading
THE OLD HOUSEBOAT
ART WORK BY PAUL BOECHER© The old houseboat still maintained a look of elegance even though paint was chipped and faded – the bough battered slightly from constant pushing against shore, She sat quietly moored under the wispy trees which … Continue reading
WHEN WE WERE YOUNG . . .
ART BY PAUL BOECHER “TIL WE MEET AGAIN” © Another day – another time. We were young and the world seemed so exciting and new. We found each other in this magic place so many years ago and our lives … Continue reading
THE HOUSE IN THE WOODS
Art by Paul 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. Remnants of a … Continue reading
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