Mincey’s Musings
Year Two, Week Six
I write this article for you on the eve of Lincoln’s Birthday, 2019. It will be published for your reading pleasure closer to the eve of Washington’s Birthday.
Mincey’s Musings
Year Two, Week Five
Once again, federal income tax season is upon us. Perhaps nothing is worse than being deemed guilty when convinced of innocence, especially when it costs money.
Mincey’s Musings
Year Two, Week Four
My good friend Sharon MacDonald was a Type I diabetic. I did not know this until once I went to the movies with her. After we were seated, she began to act strangely. I didn’t quite know what to make of her unusual behavior. She retained enough presence of mind to ask me to go buy her some candy, and I did.
Mincey’s Musings
Year Two, Week Three
There are probably some older folks left who remember Art Linkletter. I barely remember him myself. According to Wikipedia:
Arthur Gordon Linkletter (born Arthur Gordon Kelly . . . or Gordon Arthur Kelley . . . (sources differ), July 17, 1912 – May 26, 2010) was a Canadian-born American radio and television personality. He was the host of House Party, which ran on CBS radio and television for 25 years, and People Are Funny, on NBC radio and TV for 19 years . . .
Mincey’s Musings Year Two, Week Two
A frustrated conductor once asked a band player with issues, “Son, what is it with you? Is it ignorance or apathy?” The player replied, “I don’t know, and I don’t care.”
This is a slightly tweaked missive that came my way via email. It reminded me of a joke I once heard at a meeting which I shall attempt to embellish for your reading pleasure.
Mincey’s Musings Year Two, Week One Laughter and Silence
On a day when I was meditating on a eulogy I would deliver at a friend’s funeral, this poem appeared on Facebook.
Mincey’s Musings
Year One, Week Fifty-One
Welcome to 2019! If you are reading this, you have made it through yet another year of successes and challenges and are primed for another chapter of life’s adventure.
In her poem, Emily Dickinson was speaking of two life events that were as painful and devastating as death. The beauty of poetry, and literature in general, is the myriad of meaning that a poem or story can have on different people.
Mincey’s Musings
Year One, Week Forty-Nine
How many kids do you know who would like to have a file cabinet? You are reading the writing right now of a former child who not only wanted but craved one.
Of course, I wanted a file cabinet to complement my fantasy school teaching life. And when I got it, it was a doozy!
Mincey’s Musings
Year One, Week Forty-Eight
It was forty years ago this very month that I received a Christmas gift that I would even now not trade for thousands of dollars.
I’m not even sure how it came about, but somehow my mother began saving S & H green stamps. At some point Hensley’s IGA must have issued them, for I don’t remember my mother ever shopping anywhere else. Perhaps she had my sister Anna Mae, my brother Jerry, or Cousin Lizzie Norton get them for her, as they lived and shopped in Knoxville.