I enjoyed another great Christmas. Again we all gathered at my son’s house, which was so beautifully decorated. Their normal dining room looked like a picture from House Beautiful.
My daughter-in-law, Liz, had several relatives visiting from out of state. Relatives originally from New York whom I had not seen in several years, but delightful and interesting company. My Southern children were there, plus visiting neighbors who came after the Christmas feast for dessert and coffee.
The Christmas dinner was a mixture of Southern and Northern dishes, and believe me, we all eat different kinds of cookery. We had the southern creamed corn, mashed potatoes and white cream gravy.
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Another Christmas Came and Went . . . Here’s My Story (Issue 140)
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My 3-year-old grandson, Prince William, frequently motivates me to do and write about things I normally wouldn’t think about until he says or does something I think is a great idea.
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Lincoln Logs, Japan And Frank Lloyd Wright (Issue 68)
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For anyone following my stories, you will discover I write about children in general from time to time, and my grandchildren in particular. I have a lot of interest in a variety of subjects, not the least of which is children.
These past two years I have become quite interested in foster children—the government-subsidized program for their care, foster parents, the involvement of courts and police in the rescue of abused children, in addition to the many stories about how some parents treat their children.
Fortunately, mine is a situation whereby my grandchildren are raised in a very loving, caring home and atmosphere, and I can participate in that rearing from time to time when I’m so privileged to have them for a visit.
At this particular time, the most challenging grandchild is the one I call Prince William, who’s not yet 3 years old.
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Use Of Psychology By A 3-Year-Old (Issue 4)
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My 10-year-old granddaughter spent the night with me yesterday. She has her own bedroom when she visits, filled with her things, like dolls, toys, books, a desk for studying, a TV, telephone, even a play kitchen area complete with a toy refrigerator, stove, table, dishes, stemware, napkins, among other things.
When my grandchildren visit, I’m always trying to think of something they might enjoy, as well as learn from. This morning, I started with the computer, and asked her if she would like to write a column for my blogging site. “Anything you feel like writing,” I said, “with no prompting from me; it can be about any subject.” Here’s what she wrote ver batim:
“Hi Folks, I would like to tell you a story about my grandaughter , Isabella,she spends the nite a lot. She will watch television, play dress-up or call her friends over at my house…
She goes to Masters Academy of Fine Arts, which is a school for home-schoolers. She Takes Ballet, Jazz and Piano at the North-east Georgia School of Music and Dance. She loves to play basket-ball, and ride her bike and swim. She has a little brother named William and a little sister named Olivia,
They can be very sweet and very annoying. Well you know its JUST ME writing another story. See Ya!!!”
