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Monthly Shape Adventure – Star


Monthly Shape Adventure – Star 

Join The Star Shape Adventure


This month we are asked to find star shapes. Thanks Veronica! This has been a fun challenge this year. This is the final month for finding interesting shapes, and I hope you’ve enjoyed seeing what I found as much as I’ve had fun with the challenge. 🙂


  • Star shaped candles I made
  • Texas with star
  • RockStar energy drink
  • Star on banner
  • Star on Christmas card
  • 2 original artworks I drew in 2015, with stars



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© 2017 BS




I was just thinking the other day about some cities we’ve been to. Quite a few have been cities of the same name, in different places. Here’s some I’ve visited. Have you been to any double cities?

  • Paris, France and Paris, Texas (also the Paris Hotel, in Las Vegas)
  • Las Vegas, Nevada and Las Vegas, New Mexico
  • Texarkana, Texas, and Texarkana, Arkansas
  • Kansas City, Missouri and Kansas City, Kansas


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© 2017 BS

DEAR DIARY – JULY 1 – 12, 1961


DEAR DIARY – JULY 1 – 12, 1961


For those who haven’t seen my Dear Diary posts before, a little explanation. This is my actual diary I wrote in for a full year, when I was 10 years old. I wrote every day, sometimes a lot, sometimes a little, sometimes funny, sometimes boring, but it was all recorded. Names of relatives are only first initials with relationship in parentheses. I’ve typed the entries just as I wrote them, mis-spellings and all, but corrected in parentheses. More posts of Dear Diary can be found by using catagories, or search box. Hope you enjoy reading my childhood diary! 🙂

Dear Diary,
7/1/61 – We went thru some towns. At Dumas (TX) B’s (uncle) car broke down. He went to get another car.
7/2/61 – We went through some towns.
7/3/61 – We went through some towns.
7/4/61 – We went through some towns. We came to M’s (aunt in Idaho). We ate outside.
7/5/61 – I played. We rode some horses.
7/6/61 – I played. We ate outside.
7/7/61 – I played. We ate outside.
7/8/61 – I played. Daddy went fishing.
7/9/61 – I played. Daddy came home
7/10/61 – I played. I went to J’s (another aunt in Idaho). I played with J (boy cousin). We left for home.
7/11/61/ – We went through some towns.
7/12/61 – We came home. I went to bed.
I guess I was so busy traveling and playing I didn’t have time to write much.
Here’s what I remember, though.
About 100 miles from home my uncle’s car broke down on our big trip to Idaho to visit family. There was a big discussion among the adults of whether to cancel the whole trip, or not. He decided to drive back home to get another car. Don’t know how that was managed with a broke down car. Maybe two of the men went to do this exchange, then drive all the way back. I do know my mom, sister, aunt, and others all stayed in the little town overnight, in a motel, while the men did their car business. I thought that was the most fun thing ever, staying in a motel. I’d never stayed in one before. Much later down the years, my mom said it was the most awful motel ever. haha But, to a kid, it was exciting.
We traveled from TX to Idaho, going through Colorado, and Utah. We stopped at the Royal Gorge in CO, for some sightseeing. We also stopped in Salt Lake City, Utah, to see the Mormon Temple, and a museum (where I saw actual mummies!)
At my aunt’s home in Idaho, we did get to ride horses. They raised Appaloosa horses. I remember one little colt named Taffy. We did eat outside a lot, my cousins and I played a lot.
I think we took a different route back home, because I remember seeing Pike’s Peak in the distance, and we were at the 4 corners states, and seeing Ship Rock in New Mexico. As soon as we got back to Texas, we started singing all the songs we could think of about Texas. We had a fun trip, but it was good to get back home. 🙂
Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{
© 2017 BS





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Today we spin the color wheel and it lands on the color Bluebell. It is a sort of light purple-y blue, and was named for the flower of the same name, because the little flowers look like bells.

To find out more about this fun Color Your World challenge, click below:

Color Your World – Blue Bell


Here’s an interesting fact I read. Each U.S. state had a designated color, with a unique name. The one for my state, Texas, was called ‘Alamo-a-la-mode’. It was the bluebell color crayon. It was added to the Crayola lineup in 1998. I can see why they called it that, because of the Alamo, and possibly the a-la-mode part because of the Blue Bell Dairies, here in Texas, that makes the Blue Bell Ice Creams. So, that explains the bluebell crayon color being chosen, too. 🙂

If you’d like to check out the Wikipedia page, there is a whole list of what each state’s color/crayon was, and a neat map, too. Also, a whole list of the colors and when they became incorporated into the Crayola packages. Here’s the link: here

Here’s a picture of the Alamo, too. the-alamo


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© 2016 BS




Here is another of my scary bridge stories. I don’t know why bridges scare me, when they look so awesome. Maybe because  they are huge, and most are long, and how can they actually hold up lots of heavy cars?

This bridge is called the Harbor Bridge. It is located in Corpus Christi, Texas.

We were living in south Texas, in the town of Sinton, and later in Beeville, which are very close to Corpus Christi. Sometimes, I’d have to drive into the big city, either to see a doctor there, or to just visit the beautiful beach. The main road into the city goes over this bridge. The Harbor Bridge is said to be the second tallest bridge in Texas. It has to be, as big ships sail under it.

I always liked seeing the ships and the beautiful, blue water and the sandy beaches right near it. What I did not like, was driving over it. The road is three lanes of traffic going both directions, with a concrete divider in the middle. What made it scary, was that there was no break-down lane that I could find.

I always thought there should be something off to the right of the road; in case you had car trouble, you could pull over out of the way of the speeding traffic. I was usually going around sixty mph, but everyone else was passing by me even faster. It was nerve wracking enough, to be driving on this tall structure, hoping no one crashed into you, sending you off and into the water below.

There was another way into the city, from the other direction, but was probably twenty miles out of the way. I didn’t care. I’d gotten to the point, where I just couldn’t make myself go on the bridge any more. I’d have panic attacks, just thinking about it. I think the very last time I drove over it, was right before Christmas. It was night-time and foggy, and I was just happy to have made it over without incident. From then on, I took the long way into Corpus Christi.

Here is a picture of the Harbor Bridge in Corpus Christi, Texas.images



This is a true account of a mass murder. No disrespect intended to anyone, if you or anyone you know who are reading this was affected by this or any other horrendous act of murder.

Glass shattered, and bricks flew everywhere, as the blue pick-up truck came crashing into Luby’s restaurant. People were hit by the truck and debris, then gunshots rang out, again and again. Everyone scrambled for cover under tables, in a freezer…anywhere they could hide from the gunman.

Methodically roaming the restaurant’s dining room, firing round after round,  and yelling that all women were vipers, the gunman murdered 23 innocent people, before taking his own life.

It began as a nice fall day…October 16, 1991. It was ‘bosses day’, and several groups of school administrators were dining in that day. Other diners included a local veterinarian, a chiropractor, housewives, mechanics, and employees of Luby’s. The mass murder left everyone and everything in shambles.

In the days to come, the crime scene was inundated with all the major, national news crews, with their satellite trucks, reporting on the murder. They were there for days on end…and then the funerals began.

It was a tragedy that will never be forgotten.

Those are the facts.

This now, is my personal memories of that day. We lived on base at Ft. Hood, at the time. Killeen, Texas is an Army town, right by the base. Luby’s restaurant was right on the highway, across the way from the local Wal-Mart that I always went to, and just down the street from Killeen High School. My daughters were in school that day. 

The first I heard of the shooting, was when I was at a small convenience store on base, not far from the house. My husband was at work. People were acting strange in the store, and I heard confusing snippets of conversations about a shooting…and about a mad-man going around shooting at several schools.

I hurried home and turned on the tv. The local stations were already covering the incident. They said it was just rumors going around about the schools. I was still nervous, though. Finally, I saw the school bus come down the street, letting the kids out. I don’t think they’d even heard about the shooting. I was very relieved.

This was in 1991, and still to this day, I am hesitant to sit by the windows at a restaurant. In my mind, I feel it could happen again, at any time. I mentally check for hiding places, and where the exits are, every single time.

There were heroes that day. The mechanic threw himself through another plate-glass window to create an opening for people to get out. His name is Thomas Vaughn. Another hero, in my opinion, is the woman who lost both her mother and father that day. Suzanna Gratia Hupp, later campaigned in the Texas legislature for the gun laws in Texas to allow concealed-carry. It passed.

I will not mention the gunman’s name, as he does not deserve any recognition.


An excellent book detailing this tragedy is “Anatomy of a Massacre” by Jason Karpf and Elinor Karpf.   


A to Z Blog Challenge – Letter B


Today, April 2, 2014…..The letter B


I thought it appropriate to write about Buddy Holly for the letter B.

The legendary rock and roll singer, Buddy Holly, is from my home town, Lubbock, Texas.

He was born on September 7, 1936, and died in a plane crash in Clear Lake, Iowa, on February 3, 1959.

There are a lot of things here in town that bear his name…

Buddy Holly Avenue

Crickets Avenue

The Buddy Holly Center and Museum

His statue

His burial site.

Buddy Holly’s grave is located in the City of Lubbock Cemetery. I’ve personally

been to them all. There are visitors from far off places here in the U.S. and other

countries who come to see where Buddy Holly got his start in the music business.

His widow, Maria Elena Holly, comes into town every so often, to discuss business

with the city, concerning all these sites.

The Buddy Holly Center and museum, itself, is very nice, if not large. It has lots of personal items that belonged to, and were used by Buddy Holly…from his childhood, up until his passing.

The statue is across the street from the Center.

His grave stone is not elaborate. It is a flat, granite stone, and carved into it is a guitar. Most people leave guitar picks on the marker, when they visit.

The radio stations play his songs, including, “That’ll Be the Day”, “Peggy Sue”, “Every Day”, and”Rave On”.

Here’s where you can read more about this amazing icon…with a short video.



Thanks for stopping by. Hope you enjoyed learning more about Buddy Holly.


If you’d like, visit my other blog for another entry for the letter B…you can

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