siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
Golden Summer
The sun was shining. The yellow flowers in the field reverently bowed and swayed to acknowledge the passing breeze while the sun’s rays generously bestowed their warmth to all below. However, none of that warmth reached Iola. In her heart was only the cruel frigidity of betrayal.
By Kara Hughes5 years ago in Families
She Loves To Sing!
Some of my earliest memories are of my Dad playing his guitar. Every time we would have company, they would beg him to get out his guitar, and he would gladly oblige them. That is where my love of music and singing came from. I wasn’t even five years old when I started singing along with my dad. He would play the chords and I would chime in on the chorus. Before I hit Preschool, I could pick up a song after hearing it only once. My dad would sing the lead and I, the harmony. My dad’s repertoire included all the old Country Classics from Hank Williams, Willie Nelson, Hank Snow, Roy Acuff and everyone on up the line. I loved them all, including Tammy Wynette, Loretta Lynn, Patsy Cline, Brenda Lee and Dolly Parton. I sang everywhere I went. By the time I was in fourth grade, I could hit notes only a dog could hear and had a vibrato to rival any professional. I loved Music class! The Spring and Christmas concerts were the highlight of my year. My Mom said she could always pick out my voice from all the rest.
By MELISSA E. PROPER5 years ago in Families
A Special Cake for Darla
It was Darla's 50th birthday and her wedding day! Everyone had been invited out to the Reds to celebrate. The Reds is a 5+ star hotel in the heart of Savannah. This promises to be most talked about celebration of the year. Only 350 of the most elite couples in Savannah were expected to be in attendance. Marla, who was a party planner and Darla's sister, was in charge of the entire reception show. Everything from the colors to the seating chart was left in her very capable hands. The problem with this decision is that Marla wanted nothing to do with it. Oh yes, Darla was her big sister and she loved her dearly. However, Marla did not like Darla in the least-sister or not.
By Donna Grant5 years ago in Families
The German's Chocolate Cake
I was thirteen years old it was 1943 the war had come to our doorstep. Our bags were packed sitting by the front door. Mother was cooking our last supper to be eaten in our beautiful little home. Mother nervously fussed over our supper, she had made a chocolate cake. The cake was beautiful she took time to carefully frost it making pretty scallops in the icing. I could not wait to enjoy a slice. Chocolate had even become a rare treat in Germany due to being rationed to the soldiers.
By Autumn Blackburn5 years ago in Families
The last slice
I grew up in a family of eight children and the traditional birthday cake was always a rich chocolatey affair, aptly named the devil’s food cake. I think my mother originally found the recipe on a can of carnation milk, but over the years I recall sour cream was substituted with a better result. Melting chocolate was not used in the recipe,but good quality cocoa powder. The secret appeared to be mixing the batter until the cocoa released a glossy lustre magic. Once cooked and cooled, sliced in half and embellished with cream and berries then iced. Mostly two cakes were used to create a four layered torte. So you can imagine, with that many birthdays it was a pretty regular event, usually held on the nearest Saturday night to the birthday, yet we never tired of it.
By Fran Vedovelli5 years ago in Families
The Stairway to Heaven: Allison's Journey
It started as any other Monday. I snuck out of my room to go to the bathroom and saw her waiting patiently on the couch. She and Phyllis were getting ready to head out for the day. I looked at Alli, and she gave me that “don’t get in my way I’m on a schedule, and you aren’t a part of it” look. I got that most every weekday morning because Alli did have a schedule. Her day-program took her all around the area reading to pre-school children, visiting the elderly, making crafts with her friends and so much more. Mondays were the best days for her – unlike the rest of us who dread them. For Allison it meant freedom from the house and the ability to just be herself.
By Traci Tucker5 years ago in Families
Death By Chocolate
Everyone loves chocolate. Or some form of the sweet sugary food. One would never think that eating such a delicious item could cause a memory that would last for 40 years and continue to be a high point in a families life. Such an event happened to me when I was growing up.
By Thomas R Dorsett Jr5 years ago in Families
A Royal Dream
Tiara, it started for me with a tiara. Beautiful, be-jeweled crowning glory. “There she is Miss America, there she is your ideal” sang the great, Johnny Desmond. Bert Parks stood handsome in his tuxedo with his giant pasted on smile, took her by the hand and guided her to the runway.
By pamela mayer5 years ago in Families
