Archive for the ‘Memories’ category

A Time to Reflect

February 24, 2012

by Rachel Kunker

            If you blink too fast, you’ll realize life goes by faster than time.  Looking back on the life I’ve led, I never anticipated my current time to actually approach. If someone had told me I was going to be readying myself for graduation or moving on to college, I would’ve simply nodded and thought to myself they didn’t understand how far off those times were for me. (more…)

A Senior Reflection

February 24, 2012

by Audrey Humphrey

The first half of my senior year has come to an end. While the year so far has gone by very fast, the days earlier in the year seemed to move extremely slow.  I experienced my first “lasts” of my high school career: my last high school retreat and last winter concert. Even though I knew they were the last times I would be participating in those activities, in my heart they truly didn’t feel like the last, and I now understand sooner or later the feelings will come crashing in. (more…)

Letter to My Daughter (2040)

February 24, 2012

by Julia Clark

“In my daughter’s eyes I can see the future, a reflection of who I am and what will be. Though she’ll grow and someday leave, maybe raise a family. When I’m gone I hope you see how happy she made me, for I’ll be there in my daughter’s eyes.”

-Martina McBride

What a joy it has been all of these years to watch you grow and mature into the woman you are today. From the moment you came into this world, I made a promise to myself that I would raise you right and instill wisdom into every fiber of your being in hopes of your future success. But now, as you are about to enter the next stage of your life, I feel that I have not yet completed my job until I have given you a few more pieces of advice. As you often do, I pray that you listen to what I tell you and take it to heart, just as I did many years ago when my mother spoke these words to me. (more…)

Creation of Ourselves …by Hannah Coffin

January 18, 2011

The loss of a favorite childhood dog taken too soon,

Buried under a solemn weeping willow;

Someday to be forgotten for something seemingly more blissful.

Summer teenage nights filled with wonder and excitement,

Yet the next day the false magic fades to reality.

The finding of ourselves.

A first love filled with sweet, tender innocence,

Insatiable pain when that love ends forever.

Pain turns to bitterness towards him.

Bitterness to anger. Anger finally gives way to hate.

The hot tears flow fresh, fast and unstoppable;

The building of ourselves.

Fresh paper, pens and books,

Everything here is new, strange and refreshing.

Seeing ideas in a new and unusual light;

The chance to break free and escape,

Old hurts melt away as bright ideas are embraced.

The finding of ourselves.

Freedom’s new feel when finally leaving home,

Wanting just to have a place to call your own.

Searching, longing and waiting. Closing the deal and getting the key,

First night spent unpacking happily in the new place;

Excitement wearing off at the sign of the first bill.

The building of ourselves.

The one to spend forever with; he will still be there in fifty years.

The heart stopping moment he drops to one knee.

Something old, something borrowed and something blue,

A nerve-wracking trip down the aisle of a little stone church.

Tear filled and joyful moment of “I do”,

The finding of our other half.

Fifty years have come and gone.

The children have all grown and left for new lives,

The greys have taken up residence,

Events in the past are seen through the window of wisdom.

Day after day it becomes more obvious,

The building process is never complete.

The End of an Era

January 22, 2010

Every child hears from his or her parents about a thousand times while he is growing up that “time goes by too fast.” My two personal favorites are, “it seems like just yesterday that you were in diapers” and “one day when you have kids you will understand.”  (K. Goodrich)  (more…)

Do You Believe in Magic?

January 19, 2010

Do you believe in magic? I most certainly do. No, not the magic that involves sawing some poor woman in half or pulling a rabbit from a polyester top hat. Not even magic involving the words “hocus pocus” or the supernatural. No, I’m referring to magic found in memories created with the ones I love. Confused? Let me enlighten you… (M. Pigliavento) (more…)