Carry On, Stories behind the lyrics

The story behind the Carry On song lyrics: Lay back, float

I've always hated swimming. I'm not really sure why though because I actually spent a lot of time in pools when I was growing up. Whether it was my grandparents' neighbor's pool next door or a hotel swimming pool on a family vacation, I'd typically just follow my sisters and go swimming. For me it… Continue reading The story behind the Carry On song lyrics: Lay back, float

Annie's Micro-Museum, Nostalgic Stories

A walk and talk with Grandpa George

"I try to never over eat," he said. Grandpa and I were on a walk after a huge meal we just ate that Grandma had prepared. I was feeling full. Forget taking a nap, he told me a good walk was exactly what we needed. My family was staying at their house in Brookfield, Wisconsin… Continue reading A walk and talk with Grandpa George

Annie's Micro-Museum, Nostalgic Stories

A silver spoon links me to well-known bookbinders and reminds me that: nice things take time.

Just my Grandma and I were standing around her dinning room table when she said, "Nice things take time." I'll never forget it. It was like a piece of advice and an observation all in one, and it stuck in my memory for good. My Grandma had planned for us to frost and decorate mini… Continue reading A silver spoon links me to well-known bookbinders and reminds me that: nice things take time.

1990s sterling silver ballerina earrings
Annie's Micro-Museum, Nostalgic Stories

How I had to be tricked into getting my ears pierced

In my family there were certain rules we had to follow, like no singing at the dinner table or TV on when we were eating. Mom thought it was important that we all sat down for dinner together and at least for fifteen minutes talked to one another about our day. We each sat at… Continue reading How I had to be tricked into getting my ears pierced

Me and a Florida Pelican, 1993
Annie's Micro-Museum, Nostalgic Stories

Flying to Florida alone when I was eleven

It was finally my turn to get to do a trip alone with my grandparents. Both my sisters had had their chance, which involved flying to Scotland on separate occasions to see my cousins who lived there. When it would have been my turn, they moved back. So I never got the chance to go… Continue reading Flying to Florida alone when I was eleven