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 words… 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 sure thing to happen. The archaic description: a sense 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 […]
Dear Mom and Dad, I am writing this letter on Valentine’s Day, since it is the day we celebrate love. I miss you both so very much, but know that you are celebrating this day of hearts and flowers with your loved ones in heaven. Dad, it has been a long time since I saw your brown eyes, your grin that stretched from ear to ear, and heard your voice saying, ” How you doing kid!” As I write this, I remember the day you came into my life. You accepted me as your little girl even before you asked my mother to marry you. When Donna, Emma and Lee came along, I was still your little girl. You raised us all the same way without showing partiality. The rules applied to all four of us, and so did the consequences. Although, we didn’t always hear, “I love you,” we knew the depth of your love by your everyday smile and the things you did for us. I want to thank you for working so hard for us, even when your health was not the best. I remember the day, you frightened me beyond words, as I ironed in the dining room of our old farm house. You were sleeping on the sofa in the living room. When all of a sudden, I heard a noise and looked up. You were shaking; shaking so violently that you shook your sock off one foot. I remember screaming for Mom, who […]