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Nancy Whitaker

I wonder as I wander PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, February 06, 2013 5:25 PM


By Nancy Whitaker


I have always been a curious person and have always found myself wondering about things that maybe no one else thinks about.

I used to ask my mama, and anyone else who would listen, so many questions, they used to call me “News Reporter.”

A child does wonder about things and as an adult, I still do. Some of my musings may sound funny, however, I bet we have all questioned some of the same topics.

A boy named Sue PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, January 30, 2013 4:33 PM

By Nancy Whitaker

Whatever happened to Bob, Dick, Jim, George and Joe? Whatever happened to Mary, Rebecca, Elizabeth, Susan and Margaret? I am not thinking of different people, I am just wondering about the different names that people choose for their kids.

Each year it seems as if couples are coming up with unusual names and I think, “Where did they come up with that name?”

Now I don’t have room to say anything because my first two daughters got more non-traditional names, but my last two children got more common monikers.

A penny in my hat PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, January 23, 2013 4:53 PM

By Nancy Whitaker


I never cease to be amazed at myself and some of the things that seem to happen to me. I am sure we all have experienced some of life’s silly and embarrassing moments, but there some that I wonder about and if they ever happen to anyone else.

Two of the latest episodes that happened to me had to do with finding a penny and finding my way.

My mama loved pennies, counted pennies, saved pennies, played with pennies and hid pennies for others to find.

Am I an antique? PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, January 16, 2013 4:06 PM

By Nancy Whitaker


Isn’t it funny when we look back at the past and say, “Those were the best times of my life.” Without telling my age, I will say when I go back to the late ’50s and early ’60s, I think of that era as the best times of my life and they are my “good old days.”

Life seemed like it moved at a much slower pace or did it seem that way because I was younger?

I remember playing with books which had cut-out paper dolls and clothes in them. I would cut out the clothes and fold the tabs around the neck and dress the paper doll. I made doll houses out of cardboard boxes and lived in a world of “pretend.”

Eat what you want PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, January 09, 2013 6:58 PM

By Nancy Whitaker


I just watched a commentator on television give some of the best (or worst) advice I have ever heard. I cannot speak for anyone else, but what he said made some sense.

He gave all the reasons not to eat healthy and he said that overweight people are happier and live longer than those who are thinner.

With the new year in full swing, I wonder how many made a resolution to eat healthier, lose weight and exercise?

I am the first to admit I usually make resolutions and then find it hard to keep them. I enjoy cooking and baking and of course I just have to try out my cake or cookies when I make them. Why? Because I like cookies and they makes me happy.

Wednesday, January 02, 2013 4:28 PM

By Nancy Whitaker

Christmas is over for another year, decorations will soon come down, the last cookie will be eaten and a lot of gifts will be returned.

It takes a lot of preparation to get ready for Christmas, but the memories we make each year remain with us forever.

I always look forward to the fun we share at our annual Christmas get-together. This year was no exception. The youngest daughter and her hubby, Susie and Neil Blackmore, hosted the party at their home in Payne.

Neil and Susie had their home all decorated and Neil had baked an awesome ham with cloves and spices. We each brought a covered dish and there was plenty of good food.

The time of my life PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, December 26, 2012 3:39 PM

By Nancy Whitaker


Where does time go? It seems as if it was just yesterday that I was hanging on to my mama’s hand and walking down the sidewalks in downtown Van Wert.

As a little girl back in those days (and no we did not have horses and buggies), I remember of being in awe of the tall buildings, the candy counters in the stores, the smells coming from the local eateries, the soda fountains and the many downtown shoppers bustling and filling the streets.

To a child, this is like the earliest memory and maybe the biggest place they have seen. Memories of those times never go away, but time marches on.

Black, cream, sugar? PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, December 19, 2012 3:39 PM

By Nancy Whitaker


Can you believe what is happening with our good old plain strong black coffee? There are so many kinds of different coffee that I don’t even know how many kinds do exist and how in the world did we get such a variety of brews?

Now, I admit, I am a coffee lover and I probably had coffee in my baby bottle. Yes, I have been a coffee drinker almost all of my life. Some people jokingly tell me that is why I am so short.

I remember my Grandma used a coffee which was called Eight O’Clock. She had a coffee pot which sat on top of her old cook stove and was always ready to drink. I was allowed to drink coffee in the mornings, a practice I still do today. I mean, I cannot function without my morning coffee.

Kicked out of church? PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, December 12, 2012 5:08 PM

By Nancy Whitaker


I admit it. I can be judgmental if I let myself. So many times we may see a weird haircut or weird clothes on someone and we immediately recoil and wonder if that person is crazy. We may look at piercings in strange places and tattoos on a person and think, “Why do they like looking like that?”

Then we speculate and and wonder if they are normal. However, what is normal?

Judging someone on their appearance is just one way we stand in judgment of others. The other way is being judgmental on the actions and lifestyles of others.

For example, I have watched two people dining in a restaurant with one dinner and two plates. I watch and I wonder if they are poor.

The plight of the onion PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, December 05, 2012 3:10 PM

By Nancy Whitaker


“Give me a big slab of onion on it, please,” is something you may say when you order a sandwich in a restaurant.

However, many people even though they might like the taste of onions, don’t like the foul mouth odor they get after consuming one. This is especially true if they are going to be smooching on someone.

One belief is that if both parties eat onions, they will not notice any bad mouth odor when getting close to one another. Does anyone know if this is true?

I like onions. I love their taste and I love to cook with them. To me making a pot of chili without onions, just doesn’t seem right.


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