MELISSA E. PROPER
Stories (3/0)
She Loves To Sing!
Some of my earliest memories are of my Dad playing his guitar. Every time we would have company, they would beg him to get out his guitar, and he would gladly oblige them. That is where my love of music and singing came from. I wasn’t even five years old when I started singing along with my dad. He would play the chords and I would chime in on the chorus. Before I hit Preschool, I could pick up a song after hearing it only once. My dad would sing the lead and I, the harmony. My dad’s repertoire included all the old Country Classics from Hank Williams, Willie Nelson, Hank Snow, Roy Acuff and everyone on up the line. I loved them all, including Tammy Wynette, Loretta Lynn, Patsy Cline, Brenda Lee and Dolly Parton. I sang everywhere I went. By the time I was in fourth grade, I could hit notes only a dog could hear and had a vibrato to rival any professional. I loved Music class! The Spring and Christmas concerts were the highlight of my year. My Mom said she could always pick out my voice from all the rest.
By MELISSA E. PROPER3 years ago in Families
THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER
The screen door suddenly flung open, causing her to look up from the chair where she sat curled up with her feet up under her. We were home from school, loud and eager to be free of our school clothes. As we all clamored through the door, Mom asked each one of us how our day went and if anything interesting had happened. As children, we didn’t notice that she was somewhat pale and moving just a bit slower than usual. We went on in our normal routine, throwing our book bags down on the table. Each of us emptying its contents; each of us producing papers to be signed and displaying those we were proud of. In her own wonderful mom way, she congratulated every one of us individually and beamed with pride at our hard work. One by one, we disappeared to our rooms to change our clothes and then start our homework. That was the rule. One by one, we all re-appeared at the kitchen table with our books and assignments in hand. As we gathered at the hub of our home, our mom started preparing dinner. She was always close by in case we had a question or needed help. She should’ve been a teacher. Every day passed the same as the last and we were none the wiser.
By MELISSA E. PROPER3 years ago in Families
Hawaiian Vacation
Miranda checked her watch. It was only five minutes past the last time she checked it. “Today is just dragging,” she muttered under her breath. On the surface, the day was just like any other Friday. However, this Friday was special. She and her family were leaving on their week-long vacation to Hawaii that afternoon. Miranda had started planning this trip over a year ago and even though she was the top executive of one of the largest advertising firms in the country, she had very little time with her family. Her career was very demanding, requiring her to work long hours and most weekends.
By MELISSA E. PROPER3 years ago in Fiction