Friday, November 22, 2013

Remembrance of Things Past Weekly Link Round-Up

It's a grey and rainy day here in Phoenix. A huge weather system has moved in for the weekend. We need the rain, and the weather suits my mood a bit.  Soon I'll be putting the ingredients for chicken and vegetable chowder into the slow cooker, turning up the volume on the music, and continuing to decorate the house for Christmas.

Ho, ho, ho to go!
As I climb on the step stool to twine a red berry garland through the chain on the dining room chandelier, my mind won't be on the Christmas cards or the handmade gifts that need to be in the mail very soon. No, my mind will have other places to go... for fifty years ago, I was sitting in Mrs. Smith's third grade class room in Moweaqua, Illinois, on November 22, 1963.

I saw John F. Kennedy through the eyes of an only child whose father died when she was fourteen months old. While Mom worked the elections with a "Pack Your Bags, Mamie, the Kennedys Are Coming!" campaign button hidden under her lapel, I would look at all the photos of him with Caroline and John-John and think that he looked like he was a very good daddy. On November 22, 1963, someone robbed me of my daddy all over again.

So before I turn on the slow cooker and climb that step stool into my memories, let me find those links!

Bookish News & Other Interesting Stuff

I   ♥  Lists

Book Candy

That's all for this edition of the weekly link round-up; however, if things go as planned, there will be a special "treasure hunters" edition tomorrow. I had fun indulging my inner pirate one night, and I thought I'd share!

As always, don't forget to stop by next weekend when I'll have a freshly selected batch of links for your surfing pleasure!


  1. Cathy - In a way I think we all lost our innocence the day Kennedy was shot. The country was impacted in so many ways - an indelible moment in history.

    And you know what? Hot chowder sounds yummy!

    1. That chowder did taste very good on a chilly and very wet day!

  2. Love most of the reading nooks. But how is it that every one of them looking out a window has a view of an ocean, a river, a beautiful scene? I'd be looking over a small roof to a huge new condo building or smack into the brick building 20 feet across from my window.

    And the nook over the body of water concerns me. How does one get into it? Does one swim to it and climb in? That one seems too hard for relaxing. Now how about just leaning against the tree, sitting on the ground and reading?

    And by the way, you may need to give up your recipe for chicken and vegetable chowder. Sounds delicious. And I've never heard of it. Is it just like soup?

    1. None of my views are spectacular either. Besides, how would a person get any reading done with views like those?

      I had the same questions about the "nook" hanging over the water as you. The only thing I can figure out is that it's tethered by the tree, you get in it from there, and then swing out over the water... which could be fun as long as you didn't swing back and whack yourself against the tree!

      The chicken and vegetable chowder was a new recipe for me, and it was very tasty. It is a soup and is made in the slow cooker. If you'd like the recipe, just use the contact form up at the top and send me an email. I'll send you the recipe, including a couple of small changes I made to it. :-)

  3. Sorry Cathy to hear of your JFK memory, sad. I've been watching a bit of the TV specials on the anniversary.

    1. I've been avoiding them. It's one of those moments that, if you lived through it, you will always remember every detail of when you learned the news.

  4. I'm sorry that the JFK anniversary brought up your father's death. It brings up my Dad's death, too, although I was an adult when he passed away 30 years ago. It still is hard to deal with sometimes.
    But he was a crime fiction fan. He introduced me to Sherlock Holmes, Nero Wolfe and Perry Mason when I was a teen-ager, even to Hercule Poirot. Yes, I sneaked in a Josephine Tey and a Dorothy Sayers into the mix, but not too many women writers had published or their books weren't readily available.
    I still owe my father a few reads by John Dickson Carr, whose locked-room puzzles he loved.

    1. I'm glad you have so many lovely memories of your father, Kathy. My mother never remarried, but I was fortunate because I had a grandfather who meant the world to me. Because of his love, I never really felt the lack of a father.


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