Tomorrow will be the birthday of my father. He died in 1998. A lot of my firsts were when he was around. My first steps. My first fall. My first bike. My first car. I miss him more now than I did when he first passed away.
A lot of us have a history of firsts.
I thought I might share some of mine. So here is a short list of some of my firsts in my life. Continue reading Some Of My Favorite Firsts
It’s still mine. Even if it should be torn completely apart it will forever be mine. Every room filled with memories, every board filled with pieces of my heart. A house is only a building until you make a memory in it, until laughter fills the hallways, until decorations line the mantle above the fireplace. Until a little piece of you is given it would seem to just be walls, ceiling and doors. This place has all of the hurts with tears, the trust and confidence and the love of my family etched within the walls and doors. My first and only home located in a small town of New Hampshire. Continue reading Lydia Cooper – My First House
What do you think of when you think of legacy? Of history? Generations? Values?
How about your first ice cream cone? Your first dream? Your first move…friend…or loss?
I am looking for 300 word articles on anyone of those topics. (They can be longer but do not kill yourself!) Write about a “first” and send it on over. Continue reading A Time Of Firsts
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