“Get down in the basement,” my dad was yelling from our back yard. He saw it coming across the empty field just beyond our house. We lived in a new, but flourishing housing development. We were one of the first houses on the block. So the tornado, unbeknownst to this little girl, was enjoying open … More Life is Lovelier With Lace. . . And Storms!
“I don’t want you to end up like me and not know your history,” she could be heard more than once per child in the Ludvigson household of boys. “You see, in my History class, the teacher was the football coach…” She could almost see their eyes rolling to the backs of their heads, as … More Life is Lovelier With Lace…and War Movies!
“Oh, open the windows! The fragrance from the lilacs in the back yard is magnificent!” A famous comment from the Ludvigson Lace Lady every Minnesota May. She first noticed the lilacs of May when she was in high school. To break a sprig off the nearest bush on your way to school, was like defying … More Life is Lovelier With Lace. . . And Feigned Flowers!
“Hey, Deb,” a whisper came with a whisp across my ear. “Maybasketing. Eleven thirty. Xxxxx’s house. Park your car a mile south from Xxxxx’s house. Keep this to yourself. Don’t want Xxxxx to catch on. And remember, no talking. Don’t slam the car doors. No noise. Not a sound.” “Oh, ok.” replied the 15 year old Ludvigson … More Life is Lovelier With Lace. . . And the Muddy May Basket!
“Oh, what lovely May Baskets!” the Ludvigson Lace Lady marveled as she perused through Pinterest. “The fresh flowers!” “So bright and cheerful!” “Celebration of Spring is so welcome!” “But wait,” the bewildered Ludvigson Lace Lady announces to herself! “Why do I not remember this from the many May Basketing escapades of my youth?” “There were no … More Life is Lovelier With Lace. . . And May Basketing!
Riding the classic yellow school bus home from school didn’t happen very often. She hated everything about it. The bus driver was way too friendly. The ‘kids’ were irritatibly rowdy. And the smell – (ewe!) “Must store the bus in his barn,” she thought – with a regurgitating gut. “But at least he has … More Life is Lovelier With Lace…and the Yellow Pill
“Let’s have some coffee on the porch.” “Can we eat on the porch, Mom?” “Let’s talk. Out on the porch. ” The porch. There’s something about the porch. Especially in the Springtime. The birds call you out with their songs. The sprouting leaves on the trees beckon an audience. And the colorful, lacey blossoms of … More Life is Lovelier With Lace. . . And the Porch
“Sound it out,” the mother encouraged her young son once again. “Good. Now blend the two sounds together, just like the blender in the kitchen, when we made the delicious smoothie! We placed in the blender some strawberries, some milk, some ice and a banana. And then we turned the blender on! “What happened then, to … More Life is Lovelier With Lace…and Phoxy Phonics
“I’ll take the trash out,” can be routinely heard every morning as the goodbye and the kiss are issued, starting another day. This would be Tim and me. Trash, for us today equals only one, maybe two, Walmart bags, collecting any throw out item in the whole of our dwelling. “It’s rather fun to … More Life is Lovelier With Lace. . . And Sentimental Treasures
Chocolate Chip cookies were baking in the oven with another sheet waiting to go in. The outdoor sunshine warmed the Minnesota winter chill through the dining room windows. “What an absolutely gorgeous March day,” the Texan daughter smiled to herself. “After I finish with the cookies, I will have to walk out to the road … More Life is Lovelier With Lace. . . Minnesota, March and Ice!