This is not a story about Easter baskets filled with chocolate bunnies, jelly beans, and brightly colored eggs. It is not about beautiful Easter outfits, hats, and shoes that go with the season. This is a story that started two days before Palm Sunday when I walked home from my art class on a sunny, windy day…….. Friday, two days before […]
Hello! My name is Cynthia DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and a young great-grandmother! I enjoy reading, quilting, painting and volunteering. My goal is to make a difference with my wo… Source: About Cynthia Jean DeLuca
The Enchanting Weeping Willow is a story about a backyard tree that changed my life.
I grew up on a small farm in rural Pennsylvania. Along with a variety of animals, we also had puppies, and from time to time, a few young dogs. It all started with my dad’s deep love for animals of all kinds; especially the four legged ones that barked. It was not uncommon for Dad to bring home a stray on any given day.His love […]
This is a story about hope, faith and love; and, the lessons, changes, and miracles that can happen when we believe. Hope………. The definition of hope: a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen. The archaic definition: a feeling of trust. Those who are less fortunate……….. I like to help others. One of my favorite places to visit […]
When I was a young girl, my mom told me that I could be anything I wanted to be, so I started dreaming….. Memories; the good and the bad…… I have many wonderful memories of my childhood, like growing up on a farm, being around animals, reading under the weeping willow tree, eating fresh strawberries from my mom’s garden, and roller […]
I grew up on a small farm in rural Pennsylvania. Our farm was not a dairy farm or a horse farm, but a farm with a menagerie of animals; rabbits, ducks, pigs, a few heifers, one bull, several cats, and a beagle named, Buddy. Oh, I left out the dreaded chickens, a few possessed roosters, and three or four guinea hens that acted like terrorists. The first list of animals were sweet, cute, and always brought a smile to my face. However, the second list scared the daylights out of me! A journey down memory lane…….. I remember begging Mom not to send me to the hen house. She looked at me with her twinkly sky blue eyes, straight face, and listened as I gave my reasons for not collecting the eggs. As I remember it went something like this, ” But Mom, the chicken’s don’t like me. They won’t give up their eggs. The rooster pecks at my legs. And Mom, you will never guess what that dumb red rooster did yesterday!” Mom just kept staring at me, not saying a word. I continued, ” Mom, that rooster started scratching the straw on the floor, then, ran and flew high, and landed right on top of my head!” She kept looking at me, then said, ” Now, Cindy, they are just being chickens, and stop exaggerating about the rooster. He never bothers me. Now go do your chores.” ” But Mom!” “Go,” replied Mom as I slowly walked out […]