Decorating a Valentines Day box from an old shoebox was one of my favorite things as I was in elementary school. I would use red construction paper, white lace doilies, tape, glue, and stickers to create just the perfect box. My Mom would cut a slit on the top of the box to put theContinue reading “The Valentine’s Box”
Author Archives: Candy Morgans
The Circus is Coming to Town
One of the things I looked forward to in elementary school was achieving a 5th-grade status. Besides being ‘upper classmen’ of elementary school, one of the privileges was that the entire class would go on a field-trip to Pittsburgh, PA, to see the Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey Circus. The bus trip with theContinue reading “The Circus is Coming to Town”
Exceedingly Abundantly
In talking with our oldest daughter on a facetime call a couple of weeks ago, she reminded me of a verse that I hadn’t pondered on in a while. Ephesians 3:20 “Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us.”Continue reading “Exceedingly Abundantly”
Be Still
The word “casting” seems to be in front of me a lot in the last couple of weeks. Casting a fishing line, cast guilt or blame, casting for a movie or production, an incredibly unexpected cast on my leg! My mind immediately went back to when I was little, and my Grandpa taught me howContinue reading “Be Still”
The Bend in The Road
Cartoons were always on my agenda for Saturday morning. I woke up early, sneaked downstairs before anyone was up, pulled the button out to turn on the tv, got a blanket and pillow, and got all comfy on the floor facing the tv. All that was on the tv screen at this hour on SaturdayContinue reading “The Bend in The Road”
The Color Red
As a little girl growing up in a small town, my Grandpa was a big part of my life. He owned an Auto Parts Store and a Marine Store in Leechburg, PA, and everybody knew Bus Crookshank. When I think back on those days of stopping into his store with my mother, the smell ofContinue reading “The Color Red”
The Tar Stain
In 1969, I was 16 years old, and I finally made it into the driving community. It took hard work, a driver’s education class at school, and my parents taking me out almost every day to practice driving. I learned to drive on small, narrow streets, as well as highway driving. Parking today is muchContinue reading “The Tar Stain”
Don’t look at it!
I was 4, and we drove on my first trip to Florida from Pennsylvania for a week of vacation. Grandpa and my Dad were in the front seat, and my Mom, Grandma, and I were in the back seat. I vividly remember riding about 10 minutes one snowy morning, and I was already wondering ifContinue reading “Don’t look at it!”
Did You Clean Your Room?
For as long as I can remember, my Mother gave me chores to do around the house. From early on, my job was to set the table for dinner. The fork, knife, and spoon had to be on the plate’s right sides, along with a napkin. After dinner, I helped clear the table, wipe itContinue reading “Did You Clean Your Room?”
A Home for Grace
A few weeks ago, we were laughing at a Facebook post that our daughter, Amanda, posted about one of her twin 7 year olds, Izzy. It went like this: Izzy: “What’s your name?” Amanda : “Mommy” Izzy: “No, your other name, what other people call you.” Amanda: “Other people?” Izzy: “Yeah, ya know the otherContinue reading “A Home for Grace”
The Birthday Retreat
It was my birthday weekend in 1959. Since my birthday is July 2, I grew up thinking everybody had fireworks on their birthday. I was to become seven years old, and we had gone to Grandpa’s camp for the long weekend. When I say the word camp, I mean a house in the woods fully suppliedContinue reading “The Birthday Retreat”
Honking and Soaring
I’ve always been fascinated by birds, although my knowledge of them is minimal. Watching them soar in the air is as sometimes freeing as doing it myself. The way the air current lifts them and carries them to and fro and up and down is captivating and so graceful as they are carried. Whether theyContinue reading “Honking and Soaring”
The Little Flashlight
I spent a lot of time at my Grandparents house as a small child. I loved their home, which my grandfather built. I can still shut my eyes, walk into their house in my mind, place familiar things, and remember every nook and cranny. Their house was bright and airy with lots of windows, whichContinue reading “The Little Flashlight”
Not a Perfect Picture
John found a picture posted on Facebook last week that we are drawn to over and over again. It’s a funny picture of three toddlers that are crying and holding the word JOY. Trying to get a good family picture for Christmas cards is a hard thing to do. To get everyone smiling, with bothContinue reading “Not a Perfect Picture”
A Point of Grace
Misty, our Shepherd/Husky, unexpectedly joined my family in 1996. She was three weeks old when tragedy struck her. Misty’s mother’s owners were backing down the driveway and accidentally hit her, and she did not survive. Three-week-old Misty was alone and needed a family. My first husband brought her home one evening, unannounced, and undoubtedly unplanned.Continue reading “A Point of Grace”
The Roller Skates
This morning my mind went back to a little house on Beale Avenue in Leechburg, Pennsylvania, where I grew up. I was a six or 7-year-old Candy and was sneaking down the steps one Christmas morning to see if Santa Claus had stopped at our house last night. As I came to the bottom ofContinue reading “The Roller Skates”
I Think I Finally Found My Hallelujah!
Curiously, the chorus of a secular song entitled ‘Good To Be Alive’ by Andy Grammer is resounding and repeating in my head. This song came out about five years ago or so. I don’t listen to the millennial generation music as a rule. After all, I grew up with Motown and oldies! You can’t getContinue reading “I Think I Finally Found My Hallelujah!”
The Pencil
We were taking a lazy drive on a Sunday afternoon. Mom was in the passenger seat, Dad was driving, and I was seated in the back seat. A pencil rolled out from underneath the driver seat by my feet. I picked it up and said excitedly, ‘Hey, I found a pencil, is it yours, Dad?’Continue reading “The Pencil”
The second hand
There are several of us gals that meet together for a woman’s bible study over zoom every Thursday afternoon. Those who attend live miles apart, some in Connecticut and some in Pennsylvania. We go to different churches and are spread apart, but what we have in common is that we seek companionship and Christian fellowshipContinue reading “The second hand”
In His Hands
As a little girl, I had chubby little hands. They had creases in the palms and were so soft and squishy. I love to notice the little chubby hands and feet of babies. So soft and so perfect, with ten little fingers and ten little toes. How many of you look at the hands andContinue reading “In His Hands”
Musings from Candy 