“Sundown you better take care…”

Notes and words  stir me.                                 Wisk me back again in time.                             Only memories now.

©Nancilynn Saylor.                                            7 April 2017

Wish you were here…

I awakened  after a night of restless dreams to a sweet text message from one of my late son Steve’s high school friends. He always adored Jo and they participated in theater arts together…he truly loved her for her beautiful heart.

I have a some sweet special friendships with many of his friends from high school and am happy to report that it is a positive result from FaceBook. Social media can have some positive benefits . 

My sons had a wild and wacky relationship growing up. They often fought like siblings can do, but would defend each other like knights, against the dragons of the outside world! 

I miss my oldest boy and know his brother, Mike, does too! 

So thank you, dear “JoJo” Daly-Di Nova, for this morning surprise picture from your ten year reunion. Love those beautiful smiles!

© Nancilynn Saylor                                         16 February 2017

There’s a bad moon on the rise

Odd night on the deck.                                                                                                           Memories rolling back-stir deep

“Don’t go’round tonight…”
©Nancilynn Saylor

10 February 2017

The Final Frontier 

It  was 1957 and our whole family was crowded into our parents bedroom. We all crouched on the floor in front of the window, craning our necks as we searched the clear, dark winter night sky.Soon we saw it. It was a small fuzzy ball of light moving across the horizon- Sputnik, the recently launched Russian satellite,  in low elliptical orbit over Earth. My fascination with space was forever kindled in that cold viewing spot with my family in Alaska. I was nine years old. I would try to always catch as many launches of rockets, satellites and space capsules going forward in life on this planet with a keen passion for what was ” out there” beyond the confines of Earth.🌏

Eleven years later I stood watching the night sky on my birthday…running inside  to watch on television as Neil Armstrong stepped down on the surface of the Moon. Life would never be the same afterwards!

Some launches came before dawn and I would set my alarm to get up very early…missing sleep was no comparison to the excitement of a launch. There were many launches-not all as exciting but always breathtaking as the controller said “we have lift-off.”

Thirty one years ago today, I was in between patients at the clinic I worked in. Staff and patients alike hovered around the television as we watched the Spaceship Challenger launch. The communal gasp 31 seconds later when it exploded in the clear blue Florida morning sky will be forever ingrained in my memory. I am not sure how we worked the rest of the day with the grief so fresh, so raw. The lump in my throat and tears returned today as they showed film clips on the news.

As the evening news was about to sign off tonight, the meteorologist said the International Space Station was flying over Austin in about 3 minutes. In the chilly twilight sky we watched as it flew swiftly over our house and out of sight. It seemed a fitting close to a day etched with memories of space that will last a lifetime. Rest In Peace, space pioneers.

©Nancilynn Saylor, January 2017
Shuttle launch courtesy of NASA

stock photo of Atlantis 2011 launch

Weekend winding down

Today there were highs and lowsI went to see a high school musical this afternoon. My eldest son Steve was a theatre arts person in school and was very good at it. We spent lots of time over four years watching as the students learned their craft and bloomed on stage. Today, one of his classmate’s daughter was in the play-Morgan, a freshman, was wonderful in her role. I thought a lot about my departed son during the intermission. 

After the play, I hurried home to watch my team in the football 🏈 

playoffs. I had prepared homemade enchiladas for supper and Romeo had them in the oven when I arrived home. 

Now, it is nearing bedtime. The dinner was wonderful, the football game-not so much. My team lost. 

Go Pittsburgh! Next year will be another year for you!

I hope everyone has had a great and relaxing weekend. I’ll be back again tomorrow!
©Nancilynn Saylor, January 2017

My dad’s birthday

My dad was born on January 8, 1923. He passed just a month before his 91st birthday.

He liked spicy foods, reading good books and watching football or other sports, on television.

I woke up this morning thinking of him and missing him.

I spent my day making homemade Salsa and watching my favorite football team.

Happy birthday in Heaven, Daddy.  I love and miss you!


©Nancilynn Saylor January 8, 2017