Connie Sahlin
Bio
I am new to writing, at least for others to read. I hope that you will like some of what I write.
I am starting the next chapter of my life and putting myself out of my comfort zone, this is part of it.
Stories (11/0)
There's Gold in Them Thar, Peaches?
It was getting late and mama was calling for us to come home. It was summer 1975. I was out with my brother and sister. We had put our money together and bought a metal detector to find some treasures buried out back. You see, we live in a small town in California, called Pollock Pines. It used to be a gold mining town and we were going to strike it rich. Mama thinks we're being foolish, but daddy was optimistic. He said if we struck it rich, that we would have to start paying rent. We were good with that. We were out every day, all day. But so far only a few coins and a rusty old bucket. But mama started calling us just as we started digging in a new spot. This could be it. We could be rich. My sister ran to the house to let mama know we would be in soon, and to grab a flashlight.
By Connie Sahlin3 years ago in Families
A Magical Gift
It was Friday May 17th 1974. It was my 10th birthday. No longer a kid. I'm a double digit now. Tonight is my party and I am so excited. My aunt Mary is going to be here too. She lives in Tennessee and we live in California. I have only met her once before when we went to visit my mama’s family last year. Aunt Mary and I got along real well. She is my mama’s youngest sibling. She is only 19 years old. When I was there she liked playing with my hair. I have very long hair. She would do fancy breads and buns in my hair. We also played dress up. I would put on one of grandma's dresses and hills. I loved my aunt Mary very much. When Mama said that aunt Mary was going to be staying with us for a time I jumped up and down and danced around. No telling how long “a time” is, but I’m excited that she is staying with us.
By Connie Sahlin3 years ago in Humans
Grandpa's Gift
It is June 12th 2018, my Grandfather died 10 years ago today. I finally decided to go back to his house and sort through everything and let go of what I didn’t want. How could I get rid of anything? I loved him so much. He raised me from the time I was 8 years old. After my parents died in a car accident, he took me in. I had no other family on either side. My mom was raised in a children's home in Sweden, having no known family. My father was an only child as his mom died giving birth. I had only met my grandpa a few times before then, as we lived in California and he lived in Montana.
By Connie Sahlin3 years ago in Families
Life After 2020
Life after 2020 It started like every other year. We all celebrated the new year, as always. We made our resolutions, lists of things we wanted to do or stop doing, imagined our dreams coming true, we had big plans, as always. But shortly after the excitement wore off, we were hit with a big dose of reality. We humans are not on the top of the food chain after all.
By Connie Sahlin3 years ago in Humans
How I got to Spend Christmas in the Snow in California
It was 1954, the war was over and people were finally starting to have fun again. I was only 6 and was unaware of the war time that my grandfather died in. I only saw him in pictures. He was a big strong man. Before the war he was a lumberJack. He built the house we lived in. My dad was his only child and my grandma died just a couple of years after him. Dad says she died the day the telegram arrived telling us that dad died. I never got to meet her either. My moms parents would come to visit every summer, when the weather was bearable, as grandpa would say. They lived in the lower 48, in the state of California. He always says he will take me to visit one day. But my mom said not until I was 16. That seemed like a lifetime at the time. We lived in a little town of Fairbanks Alaska. It was wild there. Dad would take me sometimes on the weekends to pan for gold. Once I found my own nugget. It was small, but still enough for me to open my own bank account. Got $36 in it too. I felt so rich, but dad said I could save it for when I go to California.
By Connie Sahlin3 years ago in Families
It Fell From the Sky
It was a Tuesday like any other, at least it started out that way. The year was 1979. I was on my way home from work. I had stopped at the store first, so it was later than usual. That's important to know as it was that timing that changed my life forever.
By Connie Sahlin3 years ago in Criminal
A Seed Was Planted
You may have heard of Jadav Payeng, the man who single handedly planted a forest on an island in India. It took him 40 years of dedication, but he changed the once barren island into a thriving forest. The island was covered in sand and not even grass grew there, but that didn’t stop him from his vision. How many people do you know with that kind of determination? That kind of selflessness? Could you dedicate even 10 years to a selfless indever? How about 5 or even just one little year to do something for others?
By Connie Sahlin3 years ago in Humans
My Path to Wellness
My Path to Wellness Finding my way to a healthy body, mind and spirit This is the story of my chosen path to find my optimal health. It started when I was a child. My mom was obese, and when I was 5 she told me “you just wait, one day you will be fat like me.” I heard it as a threat. She was always in a moo moo dress and the kids at school would laugh at her as they would ask who's mom she was. I was walking home alone shortly after first grade started. Not because I wanted to, but I didn't want to listen to the kids making fun of her any more.
By Connie Sahlin3 years ago in Longevity
Done In Secret
Done in Secret She was a quiet girl, one you would hardly notice unless she bumped into you. Her hair was brown as were her eyes. She was average build, around 5’ 4” and 130 pounds. She was kind of plain, as she didn’t wear makeup or do her hair. It was just long and stringy. Her clothing kinda blended into the room as well. So why do I tell you about her? She had a big heart. You wouldn’t think it by looking at her. Most never saw her deeds. She didn’t do it for the attention, she did it because she truly cared for others. This story is in her honor.
By Connie Sahlin3 years ago in Humans
The Mystery of the little black book
The Mystery of the little black book It was raining, again. Another long dark cold night. I didn’t want to go out in this kind of weather, but it seemed I had no choice. The message was clear, be on the north corner of 5th and Main at 18:00 if you ever want to see your dog again.
By Connie Sahlin3 years ago in Families
