Denise E Lindquist
Bio
I am married with 7 children, 28 grands, and 13 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium daily.
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Shopping On-Line
I never, ever thought I would be shopping online again. But, there I was, maybe a little too much shopping on-line and loving it! What else is there to do during a pandemic, I ask? Well, I did love it, until someone out there took over my life. I used to shop at Sears and Penny's, ordering over the phone by catalogue. Yes, it was the days when there were still outhouses and people would use the catalogue for toilet paper. Well, I wasn't, but some were. I grew up as a city girl. No outhouse, until I visited the country relatives. Imagine, there was even a two seater. Who would do that? But it was done all of the time.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
No Way Out
I went to go check out a gravel pit by my house that I thought maybe I might swim in. It was gravel all around and it had water in it but there really was no easy way in and more importantly, no way out. Just as I went to turn around to leave, I could hear a slight whimpering. I couldn't see anything so I moved closer and right below me I could see that it was a small dog trapped in the water pit with no way out. As I reached in I could just barely touch his coat with my finger tips and I wasn't even close to being able to grab him. I couldn't think of anything I may have in my bike, or anything close by that would help me to get him out and I could tell by the noise he was making that he really didn't have much time left.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
Home Alone
I was home alone when I heard someone coming to the door and I hesitated for just a moment and in they walked. It was 3 young men, that I didn't recognize. The one was obviously in charge and asked one of the others to take me upstairs and tie me up. I don't know what they were doing in my house and I didn't know why they felt the need to tie me up. What I did know is I was damn scared and didn't think there would be any one coming to my rescue. By the time we got upstairs I had talked the young man out of tying me up. I let him know that he would get no trouble from me. As soon as he left the room, I went up into the attic. I know it would be difficult for them to find me up there as I knew all the hiding spots. I grew up in this place after all. It was full of antiques and just some old junk.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
Goodland and Warba
We are preparing for winter, and it is a bright fall day in Warba, Minnesota. We are on twenty acres and the other twenty of the old family farm is in Goodland, Minnesota. There is much to do before winter gets here. The hubby says, "I have to change the cylinder on the lawn mower. This will be the third one, but I got a forty dollar one this time, and that should last." I said, how come you put the snow fence up already? Hubby said, "It is the time of year when you just can't tell if it will rain or snow. It did just rain, I told you it would be rain. And if it wasn't an inch of rain we would have had a foot of snow!" If I would have known there was so much work that goes into living here, I don't know if I would have agreed to live here and then add the farms around here and the crops being soaked in chemicals.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Longevity
Marriage Number 1
I was married the first time at age 17, in 1971. My mother planned the wedding of her dreams. All I had to do was show up to try on the dress for a fitting. It was a November wedding, with the works. A beautiful white gown, with a veil that I would wear, made by her cousin, and friend from high school. My friends and sister, had beautiful dresses made by the same person. Made of a soft burgundy velvet. The cake was a great towering monster of a cake. The venue was a catholic church wedding with the church basement for the reception and the dance at a resort down the road.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Marriage
Trauma, Grief and Loss
Growing up crazy is what I believed was going on with me earlier than most, and some may say I was just lazy. In my family, old men were alcoholic and old women were crazy. Lazy meant I wasn't exercising or eating right, and I had too much time on my hands at night.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Psyche
