Articles by Linda Brendle

I loved the Fourth of July when I was a kid. We lived inside the city limits where the authorities frowned on the fun stuff like roasting hot dogs and marshmallows over a bon fire and shooting off fireworks. So we usually celebrated Independence Day at Aunt Fay’s. […]

My first column of this year was titled “Welcome 2020!” I mentioned that a number of marketing firms seemed poised to launch ad campaigns reminiscent of the Roaring 20s of the last century. I followed that up by saying “It remains to be seen whether the next 10 years roar or whimper.” […]

Last year, our front porch began to list to the southeast. Investigation showed that the support post on that corner was rotting away. We discussed our options with a local handyman. […]

With all the unrest and chaos that’s going on in the country, I felt like I should write something of a serious nature this week. However, many of the situations make little sense to me, so it’s impossible to write something sensible. […]

A recent post on Facebook described a perfect example of how our attitude toward time has changed in the last few months. […]

Last week I wrote about the fact that normal life is beginning to call to all of us because social people cannot stay in isolation long. The call to community is too strong. […]

I need a loaf of bread. David had been asking for BLT’s, so when Brookshire’s offered a three-pound package of bacon for $9.99, I put it on the list. We have enjoyed several sandwiches since then, and David is a happy man. However, I underestimated the number of sandwiches in that much bacon, and I’m almost out of bread. […]

I’ve missed a lot of things during self isolation: lunch with friends at the senior center, picking out my own produce and meat at the grocery store, going to the library to choose what books we would read next, and going to the gym several days a week among others. The thing I missed most, though, is meeting with my church family. […]