This is going to be one of those odds-and-ends columns, beginning with Easter Sunday.
Oh how I looked forward to having toast.
I'd given up bread for Lent. Dessert, too.
Technically that should have rendered me completely invisible. A size zero.
Instead, I was just hungry for bread. And chocolate. And grumpy. And still a size well, never mind.
Anyway I indulged in both last Sunday, happy to be marking Easter, a celebration further extended when a local Greek family graciously brought me a loaf of that sweet braided holiday bread as a surprise.
Now that was some gooooood eatin'.
Invisible I am not.
But content I am.
I had Better Half on a mission this past week during the cold snap to save my monster pink tulips in the front yard.
Out he dutifully went on several nights of possible frost to cover them with blankets and plastic.
While we had to make valiant efforts to save these flowers from a frosty fate, I have an indoor plant, meanwhile, that ought to have run its course by now but keeps hanging on.
My Christmas poinsettia at work is still going strong, just as beautiful as the day it arrived.
It's not that I'm giving it any great care.
All I can figure is that it likes the newsroom climate, all that hot air.
The column in this space on April 1 entitled "Two history 'wow' moments of the week" brought an e-mail response from a reader in Indiana and some insight.
Cindy Snyder Mischell of Lawrenceburg wrote that a friend had sent her the column in which I'd mentioned the book "Alikanna Remembered" written by Sally Merrill Speaker.
I had found especially fascinating the chapter on the late Paul Hawkins, partly because it made mention of how there were horse shows and rodeos "on up what we now call Seven Springs where Snyders lived," so the narrative went. "People all got together on Sunday. It was not unusual at all to pass a hundred horses. At that time there were five riding academies in the area."
Cindy told me her parents were Vivian and Earl Snyder, good friends with Hawkins.
"Just to elaborate on where the horse shows were held on Sunday afternoon, my parents owned and operated the show rink and restaurant called Hawthorn Lodge. If I remember correctly, there is a picture of my Dad, Earl Snyder, carrying the American flag along with my grandfather, Marion Mays, in that book," Cindy wrote, mentioning she would love to get her hands on a copy of this book.
Cindy said her parents were "on the board of the founding fathers of the Jefferson County Historical Museum and then in 1998 the library was renamed the Vivian Snyder Genealogy Library. My parents were very involved in several projects in the Jefferson County/Steubenville area. I spent many spring/summers with my mom planting flowers and trees along Route 7. I think it was called the Route 7 Beautification Project. She was also very involved with the Jefferson County Land Office being placed on Route 7. This was before the land office was moved to its current place," she wrote.
"If you ever noticed white signs on historical houses around Jefferson County declaring them as historical buildings? Another project of my parents. My dad would make the signs, and my mother would freehand paint the signs declaring them an historical building."
Cindy said the column brought back "wonderful times with my parents."
That makes me glad.
I think that calls for another slice of toast.
Have a great week.
(Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist and features writer for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at email@example.com.)