DO YOU PROMISE NOT TO TELL? by Lettice Randall

It seems everyone has secrets in their life. There are secrets that we wouldn’t dream of revealing to another soul. Then there are secrets we may share with a few select people. And then there are those secrets we might tell nearly everyone we know, save one or two particular people. My secret belongs in this last category. Continue reading

Winter Driving Lesson by Mildred Grant

Dad had bought Uncle George’s car—our very first car! Dad insisted that Mom learn to drive. Mom, all bundled up against the very snappy weather, sat in the driver’s seat, Dad coaching beside her. Mom followed all the commands—everything was going well, when Dad instructed Mom to shift into reverse, let off the brake and clutch, and step on the gas.

 “I said step on the gas, not stomp on it,” Dad yelled as the car winged straight back, missing the big Maple tree by inches, crossing the street, (no traffic, Thank You, Lord) and coming to rest atop a snow-covered embankment. Continue reading

Unexpected Christmas Treasures by Mildred Grant

Napkins in rings—all the last touches—the table is all ready.
“Oh, dear, not the phone!” Mom complained. “Hello. Oh, Mother, are you and Dad ready this early?”
Grandma’s message left Mom speechless—just for a moment.
“Of course we’ll be happy to have them join us. There’s plenty of food—oh, an extra salad is a perfect addition. I’ll just add the extra leaf and two place settings to the table. We’ll see you soon.”
“Girls, I need your help, now,” Mom called. “We have to take the table apart, add the extra leaf, then put everything back together, adding two more place settings. Uncle Ed and Aunt Eva are coming down from Manchester to spend Christmas Day with us.”
“Oh,” Mom paused. “We don’t have two more napkin rings.”
Eleanor was already searching the back corners of the silver drawer.
“How about these, Mom,” she asked as she unwrapped and held up two beautiful, very old, silver napkin rings.
Mom paused, took the rings, and looked at them intently, running her fingers over the lovely raised surfaces, finally saying, “Yes, this is the perfect time to put these to good use again. Mildred, you can put the napkins into them and put them here for Uncle Ed and Aunt Eva.”
Always curious, Mildred asked, “How come they’re coming way down here and how come Roddy isn’t coming with them?”
“I don’t know, to both questions,” Mom replied. “Grandma said she would explain when they get here, but I think they really need us today.” Continue reading

Real Names by Mildred Grant

Mom looked at the two young boys, wondering how she was going to manage them along with the two girls and a baby on the way. Son,Chesterwas a precocious handful by himself, having been badly spoiled as Mother Dimond’s first-born grandchild. Nephew Raymond, Mom’s sister Mabel’s boy, was having a hard time adjusting to his mother’s death. Hoping a change of scenery and another boy to play with might help fill the void in Raymond’s life, he was sent to spend some time with his Aunt Helen, Uncle Furb, and family inNew Hampshire. The family was already stretching the house seams. The new baby would share its parents’ room. Eleanor and Mildred would still share the bed in the front room. Chet would just have to share his upstairs room with Raymond.

Ray flinched as Mom touched his shoulder and asked, “Did Chester help you find a place to put away all your clothes?” Continue reading