Where did you go to school?

My time in elementary school was one of the very most happiest days of my life.  I attended John F. Kennedy school on Park Avenue in Windsor for grades K-6.  We lived on Diana Lane and I was a “walker.”  My earliest memories of Kennedy was walking with my mother …

Burning down the house

The title pretty much says it all. If my Dad hadn’t needed water from the sink upstairs, I would have accomplished burning down the house. The Hippie, a.k.a. my sister, Lynn It was the December before my 6th birthday. My older sister, Lynn, was 17. She was lounging in the …

Milkshakes and Bazooka gum

Dad still took us places. We didn’t do things as a complete family anymore, but me being the youngest I didn’t have any frame of reference about that because I was too little to ever remember us doing things with both my mother and father. About 1973. Rocking a fabulous …

The red chair

  Grandad is his red chair in his den. Early 1970’s. When my grandmother, Buba, died just a few months before I was married in 1988, my mother let us know that my Aunt and cousins were working on getting her house on Lewis Road in Swampscott, Massachusetts ready to …

Family Tree of cats

If you know the  Horners  you know that we love us some cats.  I don’t, in fact, remember my life without a cat.  I converted my husband, Fred, to love cats too…although he won’t really admit it readily. Our girls all love cats in varying degrees. It’s safe to say–we are …

Wait…your parents aren’t married?

  Mom and Dad 1950, the summer before they were married. I don’t know that I really ever remember my parents being married. But, then again, I didn’t really understand they were divorced either. Or what divorce meant. No one will fess up about this, but I have always thought …