It is the middle of July. How can that be possible?
Honestly, I have felt like a sailboat in a hurricane. Life has been
crazy. I have only read one book in the last two months. How can that
be? It is summer. My book list should be staggering. Yet, I haven’t had
a moment free to do much of anything. I have been to weddings, baptisms,
funerals, showers and birthday parties. Meetings, festivals, guests, and
appointments have kept me unraveled and ready to travel. Unfortunately,
my ship has run aground. Will I survive the summer?
I am the first to admit that summertime should be a time
to celebrate. It is the perfect time for romance, the ideal opportunity
for vacations, and a time for memories to be made. There are few that do
not appreciate the sunny season; yet, I find myself twisted in knots and
running in every direction. Enough is enough! I am sending out an S.O.S.
Help me survive the summer. It is time to sink or swim.
Put on your lifejacket, lather on the sunscreen, and
grab a map. It is time to go back to the days of sweet surrender to
summertime. It is time to ride a bike, and master the jump from the old
tire swing. Remember all the nights around the campfire? Can’t you just
taste the marshmallows?
It is time to stop and enjoy the summer and to celebrate
this wonderful season. We are excited about the kickoff of a new column
called, “S.O.S.” We are asking our readers to open up the scrapbooks and
sift through the old photo albums. We will share with you, and we want
you to share with us.
I know that I am not the only one that has countless
stories of family vacations, travels with the neighbors, and camping. As
summer is the time for reunions and family, we want to spend it
reminiscing with our readers. Send in some of your stories and old
photos. Be a part of our S.O.S. We can’t wait to take a walk with you
down memory lane and visit summers past and present.
Let your hair down, take off your cap, and feel the
warmth of the sun on your face. Close your eyes, lay back, and drift
away. That old feeling will return. It is summer again. You are free. My
original feeling of “save our ship” and “sink or swim” will soon change
to a peaceful journey through a “summer of stories.” I hope you want to
Send your stories and/or photos to Calhoun Chronicle,
P.O. Box 400, Grantsville, WV 26147, or email to
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Toast To Rip Van Winkle
Effort To Set Sail
Whale Of A Hunt For Rest
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