Mutterings and Musings
Recalling back during hot summers as a kid, We had no computers, Facebook, IPADs or caller-ID. My brothers and I would all play baseball all day, on 38th Street. Thinking now about those times, life was sweet and gas was cheap. Very special memories I have during those times was when we’d all go Camping… Continue reading When Life Was Sweet, and Gas Was Cheap
Six years ago, little Julia came to be. Today, she is so full of life, and surely no one can erase Her spirit, her beautiful laughter, her outlook on life. Who would have known back then that this new addition to the family tree Would make Nina’s life so rewarding, so complete; Her miracle called… Continue reading Julia
Oh Buttercup, how we loved you. The sweetest and most gentle, kindest dog we have ever known She would lick you to death, and had a pure heart of gold that we could never outgrow. We will miss you so. Oh Buttercup, we know how you missed Beta terribly. Now you are with her Playing… Continue reading Oh Buttercup
One of the things my brothers and I have been trying to do Is get my Mom into the computer age so to follow through More than her just playing games and checking email. Now, I realized there weren’t any computers while she was growing up But sure she could this, and certain in the… Continue reading Getting Mom on Facebook
One of my first priorities when I retired from my day job Was to lose some weight, and get in shape. So Sweet Marie and I started walking; & we added it to our long list of other chore files. We walked slowly at first, then added more minutes to our route, Until we were… Continue reading Long Hard Roads
Spent the last 13 days in Laredo, caring for Mother-in-law, who had a minor accident and had to have surgery. She is doing fine now. So due to this, have been real busy lately and haven’t had a chance to even realize that I am retired now. Just got back home on Sunday, and… Continue reading Retirement – Status Report
Azenette survived delicate heart surgery as a baby, a born fighter, She is quite a survivor. Raised by her Grandpa before she was three, He taught her to be a good, to be gentle and kind, we surely agree. Now Azenette has two great kids and a man who loves her. But since her Grandpa… Continue reading Azenette
It seems like only yesteryear When Jess, Adrian, George, and I would ride Jess’s red ’63 Chevy, very dear. Four Collazo cousins at the opening gate of life, Riding the streets of Laredo, and feeling no fear. Searching for life’s new-found treats, With not a care in the world, Anxious for the smell of flowers… Continue reading On The Streets of Laredo
Even though he lives in another State away from me There has never been anyone so close to me like he. I have not been able to put a finger on just why But like a trusted friend or even sometimes like a big fruit fly, He keeps hanging around, and never seems too far… Continue reading My Italian Brother Frank
It’s only now that I can write about this For the pain was too great. We all know we can stop the hate Yet we keep doing away with ourselves at such a high rate. We all know we are better than this. So why must there be horrible tragedies for us to come together?… Continue reading Tucson Tragedy