by Sharon M. Kennedy Growing up on my sideroad in the 1950s was a lot different than it is today. In those days, the county lacked the sophisticated equipment required to level snow banks. As kids, we often dug holes in the four feet high banks and hollowed out forts….
by Sharon M. Kennedy I’ll admit it. I’ve committed the only unpardonable crime in America. It has nothing to do with a legal infraction that could easily be dismissed by hiring a competent lawyer. I didn’t make elaborate coup plans or check out questionable Internet sites. The silent crime more…
by Sharon Kennedy Melancholy is as much a part of me as my right arm. What would I do without my constant companion? Who would I turn to for comfort? Sometimes I stand in my yard and feel the wind upon my face. Regardless of the season it doesn’t take…
As retold by W. Somerset Maugham, 1933 (The Speaker is Death) There was a merchant in Baghdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling and said, “Master, just now when I was in the marketplace I…
by Sharon M. Kennedy Puff the Cat guarding the fruitcake Say what you will, but I like fruitcake, my version anyway. I bypass all the candied, sulfite-riddled sticky peel and go straight for dates and nuts. I drench them with frozen orange juice and a good amount of amaretto and…
by Sharon M. Kennedy Prior to selling them last year, every December I got out my collection of Christmas dishes. Some had trees on them. Others were vintage green with red holly. One set depicted snowmen. Over the years I purchased miscellaneous sets from various places because dishes are my…
by Sharon M. Kennedy Mom heading to the wellhouse to check her mouse trap line Remember when a mouse was something you caught in a trap and didn’t want to touch? When I was a kid, checking Mom’s trap line was my least favorite chore. I didn’t mind any other…
by Sharon Kennedy In 2018, now retired Capt. Ray Sheldon of Escanaba invited me to sail aboard his ship, the Joseph L. Block. On Nov. 14, the ship was at the Cedarville quarry around 1800 hours, in other words, 6:00 p.m. EST. I don’t drive at night so I arrived…
For those of us who lived on a farm in the old days, the slop pail was an essential kitchen fixture. Most farmers kept a few pigs and anything not consumed by the family was thrown in the pail. Table scraps, potato and carrot peelings, onion skins, celery strings, and…
Throughout the years most of the women I’ve had the pleasure of meeting had two things in common. At one time or another, they all tried their hand at selling Avon products and when that idea fizzled, they took a cake decorating class. I have to admit, I’m part of…
