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Yes, I’ve been to Sturgis | by Linda Brendle

Published in the Rains County Leader on June 30, 2022:

My Daddy and me – 1947

The week before Father’s Day, I changed my Facebook profile picture of a favorite picture of Dad and me. I was about nine months old which would have made him about twenty-six. You could tell that, even at that young age, I had him wrapped around my little finger – and I was pretty fond of him, too. While I was at it, I decided to change my cover photo. I chose a picture my neighbor Connie took of me and David back in 2014 during a photo shoot. You see some of the results of that day at the top of my column every week.

I’m not a very good model – I stiffen up in front of a camera – so after we finished the hard work of getting something acceptable for a head shot, Connie wanted to do some fun shots. She snapped a few pictures of us among the flowers in her front yard, and then she had us change into our biker clothes and move over to the old metal bridge on County Road 3200. In the summer, it’s shaded by a canopy of trees that she said would make a great setting for photos. I’m much more relaxed when I pose with David, and the results were some of the best pictures of me since our wedding. (His pictures are always good!)

I posted my favorite of the bike shots, and although I’ve posted it before, it got a lot of attention. One day last week at the Senior Center, Linda Pietila said, “We  got a real kick out of your biker picture, especially Rocky. He couldn’t believe you were ever on a motorcycle.”


Going Home | by Linda Brendle

Published in the Rains County Leader on January 16, 2018:

Rains County LeaderThe first couple of time I submitted an article to the Leader, my musings were published as Letters to the Editor. When I persisted in sharing my thoughts, Earl Hill gave me a column; and when I continued to complain about bugs, poison ivy, and other country-related hazards, he christened me “City Girl.” It was a fitting name since, until seven years ago, I had spent the majority of my life in metropolitan areas. My roots, however, were definitely not in the city.

Mom and Dad were both raised on farms in West Texas. Before you begin picturing

Granny Hagan and family she has ruffled dress in front

My maternal grandmother is the little girl in the front with ruffles on her shoulders.

gentlemen farmers, let me explain that both my grandfathers were tenant farmers, following rumors of the best crops and working the fields on the halves. By the time I came along, Mom and Dad had moved to Merkel, Texas, about sixteen miles west of Abilene. The town was approximately two square miles and had a population of around 2,000. It was so small that Dad used to tell me he got me at the hardware store. I was really born in the Sadler Clinic which was upstairs above the local hardware store, so his tale wasn’t far from the truth. (more…)

Senior Humor – Edition #26 – Cool Wheels

Cool Wheelchair

If you’ve read the first chapter of my book, you know that in our pre-caregiving days, David and I spent a lot of our time riding our motorcycles with our neighbors, James and Peggy. In the optimism of youth–in this case, youth being defined as any age younger than we are now–we planned for our riding days to last, if not forever, at least until declining health required that we move into some sort of residential care facility. Even then, we planned to adorn our wheelchairs with orange and black flames and form a four-wheelchair caravan, racing through the halls and terrifying those unfortunate residents who were confined to less exciting forms of transportation. If we had known then that anything this cool existed, we might have begun looking into assisted living long ago!



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David’s a Better Model than I Am – Photo Shoot | by Linda Brendle

I hate having my picture taken, but part of being a published author is having a head shot. My sister-in-law Jo Lynn has tried several times to get me to sit for her, but I always came up with some excuse–I was having a bad hair day or I gave up posing for Lent. Then my neighbor Connie took on the task, and I gave in. She made it relatively painless–instead of going to an intimidating studio, David and I walked across the street and sat on her front porch. While we chatted and her husband quietly manipulated the light with various pieces of colored or shiny cloth, she clicked and coaxed and teased. When it was over, we had some nice shots.


A traditional head shot.

A traditional head shot.


An Old-Fashioned Christmas Afternoon | by Linda Brendle

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m spending the afternoon listening to traditional Christmas carols in a non-traditional way – via DISH satellite. I’m also trying to duplicate Mom’s recipe for Millionaires, caramel and pecans covered in chocolate. The songs are just what I remembered, but I don’t remember Mom’s candy being this flat and “puddly.” Oh well, it will be good, and making it brings back happy memories. Whatever you’re doing in preparation for and celebration of Christmas, I hope you have many happy memories and that you make many more. (more…)

Celebrating Caregivers | by Linda Brendle

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I recently read an article on the CaringBridge website titled We’re Celebrating National Caregiver Month – and You. The article talked about what was special about caregivers and invited caregivers to leave comments about why they do what they do, what makes a good caregiver and advice to other caregivers. Always hoping that my experience can be of some help to others, I left a short comment, but I continued to think about National Caregiver Month. Special times devoted to special people are often celebrated by giving gifts or doing something special for the honoree, and I thought about some of the special things people did for me while I was a caregiver. There were lots, but one day in particular stood out in my mind. (more…)

Ten Ways to Recognize a Real Biker | by Linda Brendle

I mentioned in an earlier post that I rode a motorcycle for a while. I started out on a Yamaha Virago 1100 that I called El Vira; but after fighting the crosswinds of South Dakota on a trip to the BIG rally, I decided I needed something heavier than 450 pounds, so I got a Harley. She was a 2002 Heritage Softail Classic, and I christened her The Blue Angel. She was big and powerful and shiny, and she had chrome in places I didn’t know bikes had places. (more…)

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