Every year on the Sunday of Labor Day weekend, my mother’s mother’s family got together for the annual “Ros-Ern” clambake. The tradition was originally started by Mémère’s parents, Rosaria and Ernest, with their seven children, and as the family grew and expanded these cookouts became ever-larger events. This was a family of Roman Catholics who … Continue reading
Last night, after we’d put The Critters to bed, I was washing dishes while Tony emptied the dishwasher and wiped off the dinner table. When he finished he sighed, saying, “I love you, but I’m going to sit down.” “You could say, ‘I love you AND I’m going to sit down’,” I suggested to him. … Continue reading
Just the other day I realized that I’ve been doing this blogging thing for a little over three and a half years now. In looking through my archives I noticed that the biggest gaps in the coverage of our lives have been during moves, both to and from Okinawa. With good reason; moving internationally is … Continue reading
> Once upon a time, a young man attended a military college. It was this college’s tradition as secondclassmen to purchase ridiculously large and heavy class rings. Because these rings were ridiculously large and heavy (forty penny-weight, if the rumors are to be believed) and also quite expensive, these cadets were also given the opportunity … Continue reading
When I left off writing this series, Tony and I settled into our new house and took our first trip as a couple. (I just added pictures of that trip to that post, if you’re interested.) If you’d like to go back to the beginning of the entire saga, start with In The Beginning: When … Continue reading
> Last week I mentioned that Tony and I had to live in a hotel room for six week before finally moving into our house in Germany. Those weeks seemed to stretch on forever, particularly in the beginning, before I’d tested for my SOFA-status drivers license and we’d bought a car for ourselves. We had … Continue reading
>Nine months into our marriage, we were finally going to live together. ~~~~~ At the end of my junior year of college – before we’d decided to push the wedding up but after we’d gotten engaged and Tony had received word that he would be stationed in Germany – I decided to sign up for … Continue reading
>Last week I wrote about the year and a half that Tony and I spent dating, and the eight months after that when we were engaged and preparing to get married. This week I promised you the story of the first nine months of our marriage, but first, let me tell you a bit about … Continue reading
“And that, as they say, was just the beginning.“ ~~~~~ I could write an entire post about the next three days that happened after I first saw “Anthony”. I could tell you that he and I stood in the lobby of that hotel for five minutes, sharing an awkward hug and sneaking furtive glances at … Continue reading
Last Saturday I skipped my I Bearly Remember post in favor of beginning my One Year On Okinawa tribute. The week before – if you recall – I wrote about our car accident and then my fall with Bear down our stairs a few days later. (By the way, that post received no comments. Not … Continue reading