Tag: Dayle Rogers
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What Is Worth Remembering?
As a child, the day heralded the approach of summer and the end of school. It was a day where we had neighborhood picnics and went to a parade where I didn’t pay much attention to who was marching but who was throwing candy. We also visited the cemetery, which felt ghastly as a child.…
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There’s A Time For Every Purpose
‘Tis the season for graduations and moving forward in our personal journeys. For this COVID season which has made time crawl by with sloth-like slowness, coming to this occasion to honor grads of all kinds is a pleasant pause in a cultural norm of unease. Celebrations are reminders that the seasons pass even when we…
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Papa’s Chair
We’ve had the chair for eight years, but it’s been used with such love and bottom commitment that it could pass for an antique. Papa sits there after long work days, often watching sports with whoever is in the house. Unless it’s the grands. When the littles are around, they often crowd around him, scrunching…
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Where There’s A Hole There’s A Way
I’m not sure when it happened, but my grands are hooked on fishing. It helps that our resident fisherman–our son-in-law–is gracious enough to take them to the pond behind our home and help them put the worms on the hooks and pull out the hooks that are swallowed or end up in an eye. Ryken…
Tip of My Iceberg 