Every child should have wonderful memories of long ago days

One of the most important things about childhood is that you should always know someone who lets you play in their jewelry box. My favorite aunt let my sisters and try on all her jewelry, which we often took advantage of on a slow Sunday afternoon.

She had a mesmerizing pink pearl ring, lots of very long necklaces, and even a ring with a special, tiny storage compartment you could pop open. (We used that one to pretend to be a very elegant spy who put sleeping powder into villains’ drinks!)

And then there was her butterfly ring. It was a very delicate, thin metal band topped with one tiny butterfly done in metal and red stone.

I loved it. My aunt must have known, because many years later she gave me her butterfly ring for my birthday, and wearing it brings me back to my days as a little girl playing pretend.

So what memories of childhood do you cherish?

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Camping versus Glamping: Pros, Cons

My husband liked to camp. The real hardcore kind where you carry everything in a pack and hike into the wilderness for days at a time or at the very least, the kind that only involves a tent and a campfire for cooking.

In either situation, you quickly realize what things are essential and what things are not worth lugging around. My husband used to challenge himself to get the weight of his pack — or, after we had five kids, what would fit in the SUV — down as low as was humanly possible. He carefully calculated how little food and water we could get by with to avoid being weighed down with extra cans. He even wanted to cut the handle off his toothbrush and just pack the little rectangle that has the bristles until I learned of his plans and said a few things!

I enjoyed wilderness camping but now that I’m older and a widow, I camp a little differently. I drive up to a campsite with my car loaded down with an inflatable mattress, plenty of warm quilts, a griddle, and pancake batter. Call me crazy, but I think a warm night’s sleep and a hearty breakfast in the woods is more fun than sleeping on the dirt and eating dehydrated beans.

I mean, why just survive when you can thrive? I guess that fits in with my philosophy that camping isn’t just a hobby, it’s a way of life.

So I guess there are two ways to camp. Maybe more. Lots more. But as for me, I want that comfy, warm bed at night and a hot cup of coffee in the morning.

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Forever Trees

I love the Sequoia, the enormous redwood trees of California. I knew they were big, I knew they were old, but when I actually looked into it, I couldn’t believe what I was reading. Three thousand five-hundred years! That’s how old they think the oldest of the sequoia is.

That tree has seen an awful lot. It was there before most of the world’s major religions. It’s seen the rise and fall of kings and empires. None of the countries of the world were even really countries when that tree started as a little seedling. The world was very different when that mighty tree started to sprout. Much has changed. Almost everythign has changed.

But some things never change: love, family, hope, and, of course, trees. They’ve never gone out of style, and they never will.

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