I knew we had a plethora of apples around our farm, so I made apple bread…the whole family devoured a loaf in minutes!
Gail Jokerst is a longtime contributor to Montana Senior News and Idaho Senior Independent. Visit her website at www.gailjokerst.com.
Most Montanans take for granted the ability to turn on a faucet and see water pour from a spigot or to illumine a room with a flip of a switch. Yet, in places such as the mountain villages of Guatemala, these commonplace amenities remain largely unattainable.
We did plenty of things right for first-timers. But we also did plenty wrong. No matter, we acquired useful lessons along the way that other potential snowbirds might benefit from. For anyone pondering a southern migration for the first time, these five tips may prove helpful.
“When I saw the name on the return address, I thought the letter was from an old summer-camp friend that I’d lost touch with. But as soon as I began reading, I realized it wasn’t from her … It was two pages long and included a photo of a pretty woman with her husband and two children. She also looked enough like her birth father to leave no doubt as to who she was.”
Many of my friends Tweet and Instagram and can’t wait to download the latest app, but I’m content to continue emailing and limp along with my current operating system until communication with the outside world becomes no longer possible. That said, I can’t help but boast of the few times when I’ve Googled for—and discovered—advice on fixing household problems.
Plunging into a vertical dive, called a stoop, and clenching its talons, the peregrine falcon streaks towards its target at speeds clocked between 180 and 240 mph. According to Jay Sumner, a falconer and raptor researcher, the impact of the blow approximates a 600-pound weight falling from the sky.
When considering her approach to weaving or to music, one thing remains constant for Joan Renne—the value of improvising.“
My mom was a 1945 war bride and raised me to believe that letting your hair go gray was as close as a woman could come to committing beauty suicide. Four years ago, my brother and I realized she was the only resident in her nursing home with brown hair. I was responsible for scheduling her hairdresser appointments and decided it was time for her hair color to be natural, despite her past sentiments on the subject. What eventually enabled me to go natural was the honesty required when seeing myself in a mirror.