by Marlene Bumgarner | Feb 2, 2019 | Aging, Child development, Community, Family, Grandparenting, Nature, Travel
Sleepover With Grandma Like many other publicly-funded agencies, the Monterey Bay Aquarium offers a variety of programs to educate their members and to raise funds. One of the most popular is the sleepover, when children and their parents or chaperones are invited to...
by Marlene Bumgarner | Nov 21, 2018 | Aging, Community, Cooking and Eating, Family
Thanksgiving is the Great American Holiday. Even more than at Christmas, family members travel thousands of miles to sit around a lavishly prepared table and eat some variation on the meal that the Puritans and the Wampanoag Indians cooked during their three day...
by Marlene Bumgarner | Oct 28, 2018 | Aging, Child development, Community, Family, Grandparenting
Pumpkins Are the Key My oldest granddaughter, the one I’ve been calling Bean all these years, is now a string bean. She’s seven and a half and tall and active, both in her body and in her mind. Several of her favorite things to do at Halloween happen...
by Marlene Bumgarner | Sep 26, 2018 | Aging, Family, Travel
Green Paper and Binder Clips It didn’t start out as a Great Love. I think that may be the case for many late life loves. Dennie and I began as colleagues, teaching at the satellite center of a small community college. Instructors were expected to publicize their own...
by Marlene Bumgarner | Jun 8, 2018 | Aging, Family, Good Reads, Writing
May 28, 2018 Wilton, New Hampshire An excerpt from my journal Wilton Farm I am awake at 6:00 a.m. to sunshine streaming through the bedroom window, and arise to make coffee. Back from a day trip to Old Sturbridge Village, I had spent a restless night. But now I had...
by Marlene Bumgarner | May 25, 2018 | Aging, Community, Family, Grandparenting, Health
Note: The following essay was published May 6 as a guest post on Sixty+Me. I hope you enjoy it. What is Time? “When will Mommy come, Grandma?” my granddaughter used to ask several times a day when she was little. At first I assumed she missed her mother. I’m sure...