The smell of those awful orange peanut candies we were offered because they were the only candy the adults liked or simply just had in the house.
The alternative, Almond Joy. Still searching
for the "joy" in that candy.
Snow.
A shared popsicle.
The alternative, Almond Joy. Still searching
for the "joy" in that candy.
Snow.
A shared popsicle.
A song from the mid-seventies. Brings it every time.
Red and orange suckers.
When I see kids playing war. Star or otherwise.
Turntables and 45 Rpm records.
A drive through the desert.
A sound, a smell or an emotion.
Old photos on Pinterest of Disneyland.
A Lionel Train.
Chicken from a bucket and giant dipped cones.
Willow Trees.
Watching fireworks on a rooftop.
Church potluck dinners in the park.
Rowboats.
Water skis, life jackets and sunburns.
Waiting on the sidewalk for the minister to come and take us to God.
Cousins.
Campers on driveways.
Rolled Tacos and Bisquick Chocolate Chip Cookies.
The smell of rain. Drops on a window.
Country Cousins Dance Group
An inside joke.
Good and Plenty.
A sidewalk fried egg.
Giant chocolate bunnies.
Operation Game.
Electronic Football to the Nutcracker Suite.
Ford Mustangs
Not a day goes by that I am not reminded of you.
