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Carlo sat at the campfire smoking his cigar. The blunt, brown roll of paper and tobacco complemented his bald head, bushy mustache, and tanned, weathered skin perfectly. It was his brown leathery skin that told you in a glance of the long lifetime of hard work and outdoor experiences behind him. I watched him from across the fire where I sat beside my husband, a man nearly half his age but still in his late thirties. Carlo’s boisterous voice paid homage to his Italian roots as he called out.
By Laura Elizabeth4 years ago in Families
Sunday Afternoon in Hyde Park. Top Story - June 2022.
In 1975, my father took a Sunday stroll along the stone pathways of Hyde Park in London. A crisp fall day, Speaker’s Corner was in full swing. People shouted from soapboxes. Gathering crowds heckled back. Children ran through the open fields with pinwheels. The grass was so green that my father believed he had stepped into a picture from a traveling book. A young man in his early twenties fresh out of college and looking to make a name for himself as a singer/songwriter in London, the experience was so moving that he penned a song that changed the trajectory of his life. Forty some odd years later, I walk the same pathways to find the places my father sang about to understand how I am like him.
By W. Tyler Paterson4 years ago in Families
Dad's Playlist
There are no seatbelts in dad’s old Fiat, and in this memory, I am hanging over the back seat as we sing together. The tune is from the 1930s, Jeepers Creepers, where’d you get those Peepers, but somehow it is so much fun in a 1960s drive with Dad. Music made him happy and when he was happy, I was happy too.
By Michèle Nardelli4 years ago in Families
Who says Australians don't have culture?
Outside, the air is warmer than a usual wintery June day. The moment it hits above 17 degrees Celsius, I replace my leggings with a pair of shorts. The scent of summer weaves through the air. This smell appears when the seasons are about to change, when the streets of Melbourne will come to life again with colours, laughter and frustrated sneezing. But it’s only June. It’s too early for the leaves to grow back, and for the persistent, irritating itch at the bottom of your nose when you know hayfever season is about to hit you like a truck.
By Monique Kostelac4 years ago in Families
Halo Halo in Tucson, Arizona
My two sisters and I grew up in Tucson, Arizona in the 90s. During the summer, our parents did not put us into school or camp, but left us to our own devices. We did not have the Internet yet, but we were privileged to live on an acre of undeveloped Sonoran desert. As the eldest, I haphazardly misguided my sisters into the desert realm, getting cholla cacti stuck in our feet, and harassing the poor harvester ants and western fence lizards. Later into the summer, when the dreaded hum of cicadas meant that it was too hot for us to venture outside, we usually found ourselves making alien voices in front of the stand fan, watching cartoons, or fighting. Usually it was a mixture.
By Levin Wundy4 years ago in Families
Dad's Are No Joke
My dad is in the middle, the back-row of men. To start with, I am a New Zealander, so my dad is a New Zealand man. He was born in Te Awamutu, he went to university, and he was a good tennis player. He was also extremely good at snow skiing, as his mother was born near the Taranaki mountains. We visited this area when I was little and attended a reunion for the Fleming family in New Plymouth. The picture above is the Fleming family reunion. My Grandparents are in the front row.
By Rebecca Jane Edmonds4 years ago in Families
Pizza & Gin
I drink gin because it smells like my father’s breath when he used to carry me inside—half asleep or pretending to be—from our 1999 Chevy suburban after a Friday night fish fry. My 60-lb deadweight body; light and safe in his arms. His breathing was slow, rhythmic, and it still is, but for much different reasons. He’s less strong now. Couldn't hold me heavy at 26. And that drink he loved never loved him back the same, but he can’t stop drinking it anyway. I don’t blame him– Bombay Sapphire on the rocks with two olives is kryptonite. But I love how that stinging, pine needle-y liquor smells because it reminds me of being little, before the drinking became a problem. I guess he got heavier, too.
By hannah byrne4 years ago in Families
Best yacht birthday party ideas in Dubai
Age is just a number and no matter where you are belonging from, everyone loves birthday celebrations. We know the different ways of celebrating this big day with an ultimate feeling that remains for the rest of your life. However, if you are looking for the best alternative to spend your birthday day in Dubai rent a yacht. Whether you are celebrating with your family in the daytime or decided to cut the cake with sunset hues, it’ll be going your most memorable birthday party ever. Celebrate your birthday party in Dubai and get a chance to experience the crystal-clear water, palm trees as well as iconic Dubai skyline. Moreover, with the help of a yacht rental trip, you can also get a chance to see all the other landmarks of Dubai such as Blue Waters island, Palm Jumeirah, and Ain Dubai.
By Mala Yacht4 years ago in Families
