Things We Don’t See Anymore

Rachel Hauckdays gone by, memories, Rachel Hauck 6 Comments

Something happened… I don’t remember what, but it occurred to me, “Man, you don’t see that anymore.” I came up with a quick list of things I used to see but rarely if ever do now. Sweat stains Girdle lines Dandruff (at least I don’t) Overheating cars on the side of the road. Teased hair Beehive hairdo Frosted hair Wrinkled …

Thanksgiving memory

Rachel Hauckfriends, learning to drive, memories, Thanksgiving 3 Comments

The fall of ’76, we lived in Homestead, Florida. My parents had a large home group and we all gathered for Thanksgiving, outside, in the side yard of our house. There had to be thirty of us with kids and all. I remember it was a breezy day with thick blue clouds hovering over us. And it was the day …

A man named Brett Bush

Rachel HauckBrett Bush, Chevy Love truck, fragrance of Jesus, impacting lives, memories, phrases, touching others 4 Comments

I was eighteen, out of high school having graduated six months early, and doing nothing much but working and hanging out. Riding horse. (That confession rendered another hilarious Hubby-Rachel moment. A few weeks ago I said, “Yeah, I graduated, hung out, worked a lot, rode horses.” “You rode horses.” He arched one brow because he has that talent. “Yeah, couple …

08.08.08

Rachel Hauck7.7.77, 8.8.08, blessings, friends, memories, Weddings 2 Comments

On 7.7.’77, I was sixteen, working at Publix in Cutler Ridge, FL. One of the bag boys, Ronny Paul, said today is 7.7.’77 and noted how many years it would be before we had 8.8.’88, and 9.9.’99 and now it’s 8.8.08. What’s in a number anyway? Here’s what I wrote in my diary on July 7, ’77. “Today is 7,7,’77 …

I crack myself up…

Rachel Hauck1977, diaries, friends, laughing, memories, Publix 2 Comments

For reason I’ll keep to myself, I’m reading my old diaries. I gotta tell you, if you’re a teenager or have a teenager, please, keep a diary or tell them to keep a diary. I love pulling out my diaries and reading them. I laugh out loud every other page. I kept them for seventeen years and after I got …

Ever have one of those days?

Rachel Hauckdads, Lazy days, memories 2 Comments

The kind where nothing is pressing? No worries. No deadline pressure. The house doesnt’ need much tending, the kids are away. The laundry in the dryer can wait. The sun is shining bright and warm. The dog is bathed and clean, and there are still three hours left in the afternoon. In the distance is the sound of a mower, …