Every teen wants a car. I was no different. I begged my parents, unsuccessfully I might add, to buy me teeny weeny car. A sleek Chevy Camaro, a noisy Pontiac Trans Am, a streamlined Pontiac Firebird or a sporty Ford Mustang would have made me very happy. However, most teens that I knew were driving Dodge Darts, AMC Gremlins, Dodge Furys, Chevy Novas and Ford Pintos. There was nothing glamorous about this collection, but a car of any description meant…
Real life love stories truly fascinate me. I always want to know how couples met each other. Was it a blind date? At university? While milking goats? At a wedding? In high school? A Halloween costume party? An office romance? In a support group? While cutting hay? Through a friend of a friend? Set up by parents? A newspaper ad?
Our house overlooked the water. As Dad peered through the window he noticed something strange taking place. A yacht was going around in circles in dangerously, shallow water. How had the sailor avoided the many rocky ledges and islands? Was he lost? Had he suffered a medical emergency? Was there even anybody in the yacht?
My Great-grandparents, John Roache Sr. and Wilhemina Williams Roache, raised a large family of four sons: Leonard, Lyman, Norman and John Jr. and four daughters; Agusta (Gusty), Leona, Serena (Renee) and Jennie — in rugged conditions at the very end of West Head. Keeping enough food on the table was constant challenge for the family.
New Year’s Resolutions — I think everybody has them even if they don’t admit it. Many of them involve diets and gym memberships. After much careful thought, I have compiled a list of goals I would really like to achieve in 2016. I believe most of them are doable with little or no deprivation. Have a read and copy any of them that appeal to you. Enjoy!
Christmas 2015 Hello everyone: Today is a perfect day to write my Christmas letter. I’m stuck at home because the Dodge has a dead battery, and the Toyota has a flat tire. We are still waiting for CAA to come and boost the van and put air in the tire so we can get them to the garage. This happened this morning, and it is now almost 3 pm. (I’m not making this up — honest.)
“Mr. Roache,” he began, “I totally believe your story, but if I submit your claim with this explanation, the company will think I have lost my marbles and put me out to pasture. I will be the laughing stock of the entire company. We will have to come up with a different scenario.”
Have you noticed how short people want to be tall, brown-eyed people want blue eyes, city dwellers want to live in the country and curly haired people want straight hair? It seems that everybody wants what the other person has. I have poker straight hair and that is just the way I like it, but I did not always feel this way about it. I was jealous of my friends’ soft curls.
LIKE MANY OF MY FRIENDS, I HAD BEEN RAISED IN A VERY STRICT HOME. WE WENT TO SCHOOL AND TO CHURCH. SO JUST WHAT EXACTLY WAS I WANTING TO DO? DYE MY HAIR PINK? TATTOO L-O-V-E ON MY KNUCKLES? GO TO A MOVIE? PIERCE MY EARS? PARTY ALL NIGHT? FREQUENT THE TAVERNS? CHASE THE BOYS FROM THE AGRICULTURAL COLLEGE?