- Liz Ciancone
MS. TAKES: They don't make cars like they used to
I’m not much interested in cars. I do like the fact that they can get me to where I want to go, and home again, faster than I could make the trip by walking or bicycle. Other than that, I’m indifferent.
MS. TAKES: Wishing you all a happy … whatever
I was brooding over a not-so-hot book the other night and wondered why we say some of the things we do.
MS. TAKES: Living a dog's life would not be so bad
If there is anything to reincarnation, I want to come back as a dog. Not just any dog, mind you, but a dog adopted by Number Two son and his family. Equally preferable would be adoption by Number One son and family. Either would suit me fine and I feel sure that I could wrap them around my paw at the second incarnation if the dogs they have already adopted are any indication.
MS. TAKES: Christmas is always great for memories
Nostalgia always kicks in about this time of year. I have quite a few years to get nostalgic about.
MS. TAKES: Not much to see in movies these days
It has been years, literally, since I’ve been to a movie. I understand they are talking now and even in color.
Movies of my youth were in black and white, but I remember the silent films shown free on summer Saturdays at Yorkville. Charlie Chaplin doesn’t count since he didn’t do “talkies” but Yorkville freebies featured “The Perils of Pauline” who suffered in silence.
MS. TAKES: Memo to GM: A 'thank you' would be a nice touch
I was little more than a sprout, still on Mom's lap, when she taught me the “magic words” of “please” and “thank you.”
MS. TAKES: Thankful for the voices we have
The family assembled as usual for the Thanksgiving feeding frenzy. We were missing our granddaughter who is studying in Ireland this semester, so we plugged in the computer and took turns sending her messages about how all her favorite foods were consumed as a tribute to her.
MS. TAKES: 'Dancing' producers have gone too far
Over the past few seasons, I have become addicted to a bit of television schlock called “Dancing With the Stars.” I have always enjoyed ballroom dancing. I can’t DO it, but I like to watch.
MS. TAKES: In search of serenity in a life of change
I once asked my friend Frances Hughes her secret for a long and serene life. Her answer? “You’ve got to adapt and adjust!”
MS. TAKES: New ways to pamper family's canine
ust when I think I’m old enough to have heard everything, a nugget of news hits me.
MS. TAKES: It’s almost over … until next election
By 6 o’clock tonight it will be over! Oh, there may be ballots to count or, heaven forbid, a delay in counting. There may even be a few campaign ads still interrupting your favorite programs so that the last-minute voter can have one more look at what’s wrong with everyone in the race.
MS. TAKES: When the years go whistlin' past us
It’s become something of a game. Let’s call it “stump Liz” for now.
After writing that young folks don’t seem to remember the famous of yesteryear, there have been attempts to see if my memory is as all-inclusive as I’d like to think.
MS. TAKES: Establish a family tradition of voting
My Best Friend and I betook ourselves to the Courthouse recently to cast an early vote in the fall election. As we were heading in to do our civic duty as American citizens, we met a young family coming out. The wife was carrying a toddler and her husband had a slightly older child by the hand.
MS. TAKES: Sure way to draw a host of blank stares
I am still learning. Just the other day I learned that if you get old enough, nobody knows what you’re talking about.
MS. TAKES: Urgent message: 'Hang up and drive?'
My Best Friend and I were stopped at a red light the other day. About a half-dozen cars whipped around in front of us, making a left turn. Four of the six drivers had a cell phone glued to one ear and were steering with only one hand on the wheel. One came so close to clipping our front end, I thought the driver might be trying to add to a collection of front bumpers.
MS. TAKES: Maybe it’s good that banks did not fail
I don’t like to write about politics. I’m not always right and I don’t think it’s getting anywhere trying to convince you that I am right and you are not. However, age and a long memory should count for something — if only experience.
MS. TAKES: First jobs were glory days in the workplace
All last week, one of the morning television programs featured the principals discussing their first jobs. One had been a paper boy, another bagged groceries and, most glamorous, one had taught dancing and exercise.
MS. TAKES: Show about Terre Haute missed big attraction
How could they have missed it?
My Best Friend and I grabbed a glass of iced tea and a handful of pretzels and settled down last week to watch a program about Terre Haute. This is a city we became part of more than 50 years ago, and have learned to love through good times and bad.
MS. TAKES: Coming home from 'camp' a joy for the family pet
I often think my life can be defined in terms of dogs I have known. I have never actually OWNED a dog, but several dogs have owned me.
MS. TAKES: Indiana’s state parks a luxury of choices
Every now and then my Best Friend and I need a getaway. At least I need a change of scenery and he is game to go with that.
MS. TAKES: Don't waste a day, or a chance to learn
Kids are back in school today, and I am envious.
MS. TAKES: Bracing for the worst from Postal Service
If reports are true, and it seems there is little reason for doubt, the U.S. Postal Service is awash in red ink. It’s a chronic condition. This year as the department prepares its plea for yet another rate increase, the claim is the department cannot even meet its obligation to the employee pension fund.
MS. TAKES: Heat-soaked memories of summer in 1936
I have plenty of company as I swelter through this summer.
I check the daily map in the Tribune-Star, gripe about it, and prepare for the discomfort. On the days when even the backs of my hands sweat, I figure I’m entitled to complain
MS. TAKES: Well of hope runs shallow for Cubbies
I’m throwing in the towel!
As each baseball season begins, I have tried writing encouraging words to boost the Cubs’ can-do spirit.
MS. TAKES: Good food, friends and flies can be a real picnic
Normally, I am not a big fan of picnics. I’m not keen on cooking, even with the conveniences of a modern kitchen, so why would I want to load up a basket and a cooler, rush to the park to light a fire and stir around to get food on the table just to fight flies for a share of my supper?
MS. TAKES: Wanted: A replacement for Peter Rabbit
Don’t expect to see an ad in the help wanted section of The Tribune-Star, but Westminster Village is looking for a replacement rabbit.
MS. TAKES: Did I miss the fireworks? Good …
If I remember nothing else about the July Fourth celebrations of my childhood, it is the sight of Lady, our collie, headed for the basement where she hid out until the noise stopped.
MS. TAKES: Story of 'waiting' would be epic tale
I wonder how much of my life has been spent in waiting rooms. I suspect most of us could write a memoir on the subject.
MS. TAKES: Small class sizes stand tall with memories
I know there are advantages to attending a large high school. Still, I am glad I went to a small high school.
MS. TAKES: Microwave oven has indeed caught on
Ah! The miracles of modern science.
The other morning I poured myself a mug of leftover coffee and “nuked” it in the microwave. I am a big fan of coffee — freshly brewed, leftover, cold or hot. My pet name for the morning cuppa is “mother’s milk” and, for me, it is just as sustaining. But, I digress.
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