“Impromptu Immersion”

Our times of youth in ’98

Once upon a time – today, in fact – on a gorgeous July summer day,

Amy went to her sister’s house

And ended up having a BLAST

Going out to run errands all ’round the town

With her & her youngest son.

Kind & generous older sister Carrie treated Amy to

Wendy’s for lunch of 10 crispy chicken nuggets with BBQ sauce, fresh hot fries & a refreshing chocolate Frosty.

Amy relished the chances to:

Hang out and crack up with her 1-year-old energetic-&-loads-of-fun nephew, showing him on her cell many family videos of people talking directly to him as well as “Mother Goose Club” songs on YouTube including a favorite “If You’re Happy & You Know It Clap Your Hands”


Buy her ceaselessly-caring-&-helping-everyone-to-the-max Mom a surprise treat of dark chocolate raisins at the Sweet Factory shop at 12 Oaks Mall.

Then, after hours of yet another fun adventuresome time,

The sisters together enjoyed the Biggby iced latte deal of less than $2 lattes till sometime in August



The End

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Says a widowed old man character, whose parents had been slaves and who lived himself as a sharecropper in his earlier days, during a family gathering decades later, in the novel Dominion,

” . . . hear this old man and hear me good . . . There’s bad Christians and there’s good Christians; there’s phony Christians and there’s real Christians. The devil can go to church once a week . . . It’s livin’ it that matters, and the people that live it, those are the real Christians – not just the ones that mouth it . . .

So jus’ because somebody say he a Christian, it don’t mean he is. And even those that is Christians is still just people, and peoples gonna always let you down. But my Jesus, he won’t never lets you down. Never . . .Blessed be the name of the Lord.”


In the fictional novel Dominion by Randy Alcorn, Obadiah the son of a slave who himself was a sharecropper, speaks to his son, daughter-in-law & 4 grandchildren:

This here is God’s world, chillens. No man owns anything. We’s all just sharecroppers on God’s land. But he never cheats us – come harvest time, he’ll give us the rewards of our labor.”

And in response to his adult son whose faith was badly shaken upon his younger sister & niece’s murders, Obadiah wisely continues:

You trust him, boy, and yo’ sweet Jesus ain’t gonna let you down . . .Proper time ain’t here yet. Don’t give up, Son. Just don’t give up.”



“The Soon-to-be Student”

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“What are twins?”

“They have the same outfit.”

Just to ensure I heard him right, a minute later I repeated the inquiry. “What are twins?”

“They have the same clothes,” responded the 4-year-old.

My firsthand look at the growing lives of my 10, count ‘em 10, nieces & nephews is ceaselessly amusing. Hearing their takes on things they’ve encountered in their world is a precious – okay mostly HILARIOUS – thing to witness.

“I’m gonna win you Aunt Amy!” yelled the aforementioned boy as he bounded down the stairs to play Duplos, which he’d been constantly begging me the last 20 minutes to do. He really meant “I’m gonna beat you Aunt Amy!” aka go downstairs faster than me, but that’s why I adore young ones like him. Never a dull comment. And the heart-tugging . . .

The tenderhearted little guy was adamant to avoid putting away certain Duplos when time came to clean up before our next game began: “But not the ones I made because they’re for Mom & Dad & Sam,” he protested. “They’re special.”


Before going down the basement I explained what his flashcards were that he received minutes prior as a gift. Each card showed a letter of the alphabet and an animal beginning with the same letter. We went through several – he correctly said “Z” for Zebra & “F” for Fox among others – before the boy lost interest but he did okay. Okay for a child starting preschool in a few months.

Clearly the kid already knows the most important lesson: that people are what truly matter in life. That’s why differentiating letters from numbers is “O”-so overrated:

“Zero for Owl.”



By Aunt Amy



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“Spaghetti Cookie Dough”

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“Mom, can I have gum to be cool?” asked my 4-year-old nephew after seeing me pop a piece.

I fondly remember the good ole days back when chewing gum coincided with high status. Oh, youngsters . . .

“Jacket Poopy Head!” the boy was called by his younger sister of 2 when she became displeased with his behavior during our downstairs matching game. He was winning but kids always seem to find something to fuss about, don’t they? The 3 of us – well, 2, really – even played part of our card game “War” on the bum of the 2-year-old after she decided to sprawl out & remain unmoving in between us during our battle.

A few days earlier his cousins were at my house and my 7-year-old niece was making chocolate chip cookie dough with her Grandma. Accepting full responsibility of my duties as Aunt Amy, I purposefully marched to each of her 3 older brothers – ages 13, 11 & 9 – to inform them of something of the utmost importance: Our code word would be “spaghetti” which I would yell upon observing chocolate chips being poured into the silver cookie dough bowl & thus ready to snatch.

Sure enough, the crucial time came, I yelled “Spaghetti!” & 6 feet came pounding into the kitchen to grab spoons from the drawer to scoop spoonfuls of fun & delicious memories. What a life!

Back to where I began with my gum-loving 4-year-old nephew, a joy it is to get an up close personal look at these precious children growing up. I adore hearing their humorous takes on the world & their lives but sometimes wouldn’t mind not knowing EVERYTHING.

Confiding to me his latest growing up experience, modest Aunt Amy would’ve been just fine kept totally in the dark about this one –

“My Mom doesn’t need to wipe my butt anymore.”

The End


By Aunt Amy