Nana Mama's Joy

I left a comment today on some one's blog (something I don't do often - but there was a free drawing at stake, so I sucked it up and did it). The resulting posted comment said it was left by "Nana Mama" - hmmm, how did that happen? So I clicked on the Nana Mama... and arrived at this blog I started exactly a year ago. I started it because one of my daughters-in-law blogs when she has time and I enjoy reading her thoughts and insights. Since I used to do some writing, and had a column in a newspaper about a decade or so ago - it occurred to me that this might be a good place to cut and paste those articles for "safe-cyber-keeping". I could be forever immortalized by technology. I wouldn't tell my children... just leave the name of the blog in my Last Will and Testament (or on a piece of paper in my underwear drawer). After I'm dead - they'll happen onto the blog and be forced to endure my wit and wisdom (if they so choose). You're probably thi...

Those four words were the name of a column I once wrote for a now defunct Christian newspaper. I hadn't written much more than family Christmas letters for a couple dozen years, but when that door opened - I walked boldly through it, regarding it as a creative outlet and opportunity to record thoughts and life stories as family history. If they happened to bring a smile to some unsuspecting reader along the way - so be it. I have that entire set of yellowing newspapers in a Rubbermaid container in the basement of our house. I picture the kids going through all the "stuff" when I leave this world and coming across the contents of that storage bin (about 2 years worth of monthly publications). My fantasy plays out with someone opening the lid and eyeing the papers. "Hey, look! It's the newspaper Mom used to write for!" Everyone stops what they are doing... they sit to take a break, passing the frail papers around the room, now filled with all my children and t...