Radically Retired

Tag: Memories

  • Little Did We Know

    Little Did We Know

    New York City from the historic Central Railroad of New Jersey Terminal, 1997. It’s not a clear photo because it’s a picture of a small picture, but it holds significant memories, especially today.

    As I posed for the photo after touring the terminal … the twin towers of the World Trade Center behind me were just more skyscrapers. When I used my vacation tine to ride with hubs in the semi, he and I had visited many big cities, so had seen too many tall buildings to count.

    Little did we know at that time, that the devastation that would happen there just four years later would change life as we knew it in North America forever.

  • While I Blinked

    While I Blinked

    Recently, I read a post by Bernie at Equipoise Life about activities with her grandkids.

    I was immediately reminded of the same things I enjoyed with our two grands who are now active, successful, and busy adults.

    My advice to anyone reading this: If you have small grandkids, savour every minute you can get with them. You’re not only building memories to last them a lifetime. You’re making memories for yourself that you’ll cherish for the rest of your days.

    The days of making annual Easter Bonnets and colouring eggs together (among so many other activities) are long gone, but the memories live on.

    While I blinked, our grandkids turned 26 and 20.

  • Read My Sign … Rules are made …

    Read My Sign … Rules are made …

    Photo of a photo in a trucking album I made for hubs on his retirement.

  • SD Jackalope

    SD Jackalope

    Yesterday, I was reading a fellow blogger’s hilarious reply to my reply to a comment he’d made on one of my recent posts (clear as mud, right?), and a fun memory came back.

    I immediately recalled my ride on this mythical creature, while road tripping in 2008.

    How many miles are “you” from Wall Drug? It’s 496 for us😉

  • The Dreaded Rabbit Cage

    The Dreaded Rabbit Cage

    When I was a child, my dad worked building the first gravel roads around our small prairie town.

    He was known near and far for his CAT operating skills.

    While Dad was out on his daily work schedule, he’d often come across wounded and/or abandoned animals.

    His soft heart resulted in a great variety of temporary pets for us kids. Once they were nursed back to heath, or had grown enough, the critters were released back to their home in the fields.

    One spring, he brought home two abandoned baby rabbits. He promptly built a cage for them and all seemed rosy and filled with love of nature, until …

    Taking turns cleaning the rabbit cage became a part of the chore list for my sis and me.

    All the love of baby bunnies went downhill from there.

    If you’ve ever had to clean a rabbit cage, you’ll understand.

    *My feature photo is courtesy of Google images*