This book is kinda like my life. It goes in fits and spurts–connected only by the cytoplasm of my experiences and passion. I share them as vignettes, moments here and there, which go together to paint a picture of my long and lovely life.
I have inherited who I am now from all the events of my path. In good times and bad the Honeysuckle Air was always around–somewhere–in all its beauty and aroma, teaming up with the rest of nature to delight and encourage me.
I consider myself a lucky person to be a Honeysuckle Heir!
Being the first in my family to graduate from college, I felt I was exploring a bold new world. In fact, neither of my parents even graduated from high school, although my mother–who spent part of her childhood living in a tent on the banks of a river–went back to finish her GED in her retirement years.
She always urged me and my older brother and sister to get out education because “no one can ever take that away from you.”
From the dirt floor in the bottom land where my grandparents on my dad’s side lived, to the rats who liked the taste of biting me while I slept, my life has been a series of adventures.
My parenting years were a high spot in my life. My sons and family decorated my life through the years, more than I could have expected. Teaching taught and inspired me more than I could ever imagine. Then retirement brought both the gift of time and the challenges of caregiving.
Yet I’ve found meaning, sparkles of happiness, and humor, even sprinkled among deep sadness at times. I hereby share with you bits of what I hope has jelled to become wisdom at unexpected moments.
No matter what life has offered on any particular day there was always the Honeysuckle Air, with its breezy scent of air and hope, inviting me to another day of my journey.
Coyright 2019 by Hildra Tague. Obtain permission for use in print or online.
(maybe use Kindle Create?)
(cover of book or ch. 1 – use picture of me pulling Ray, Ronnie, and Sissy.)