Prior to hanging around my own personal Brit husband………………I knew nothing of Boxing Day. It wasn’t a named day in rural Ohio. We’ve discovered over the years that even though we are both from English speaking countries, there are oceans (the Atlantic to be specific) of differences between us. There’s a world of differences in the traditions, the vocabulary, the expectations, a whole list of differences……………..and the food. I love the food. (But not the gray, boiled meat.) Remember,…
After one of my last blog posts about the oil lamp in my bedroom as a young child, I started thinking about my childhood pastimes and entertainment. None of which had safety helmets, knee pads, or much parental-supervision. I really only had two friends growing up and one wasn’t very good. My best friend to this day is my cousin (time for another alias). We will call her Betty Jo-Bob…………… Betty Jo-Bob is an extremely good sport. She does, however,…
We have draft horse girls. I took to heart a tee-shirt I once saw that said something like…………..I like draft horses because they make my back-side look small. Not an easy feat. As a child in Ohio I remember laying on the ground by our side pasture fence with a big old brown horse on the other side. (I now know as a Belgian Draft Horse). I had my chin on my hands watching those big…
We are four days into Hurricane Season. We have a six month season for it here. Kind of like a holiday season of sorts…………….Not. Ah, Florida. Up north where I am originally from———The Snow Belt of Ohio———we prepared seasonally as well. It was called Winter. We would get ready for snow-days, snow-ins, blizzards, dipping Canadian arctic air, and the “Lake Effect”……………everything that includes a variety of frozen water in the air. I was young enough to love snow days off…