Linnie (Linda) Risk:
CLASS OF 1967
Las Vegas High SchoolClass of 1967
Las vegas, NV
Clairemont High SchoolClass of 1967
San diego, CA
Marston Junior High SchoolClass of 1964
San diego, CA
Bonham Elementary SchoolClass of 1961
Abilene, TX
Stevenson Elementary SchoolClass of 1961
San diego, CA
Linnie (Linda)'s Story
Life
Married young, grew up with my children, and helped raise my grandchildren. Attended 10 different schools in 11 years so it is doubtful that anyone would even remember me.
I have a quiet life, feeding the urban squirrels, chipmunks, birds, and my hubby of 25 years My neighbours say I have character...or is that...I am a character?
My eldest daughter and her two sons live in a nearby town and visit often. None of the three have volunteered to change my Depends when I get old.
I write poetry. I keep a journal, "Backdoor Perspective".
I have lived a good life. Although I know that few people, aside from my family, will ever remember me, it is enough to know that I remember many of you and hold those warm and precious memories close to my heart.
From Backdoor Perspective: Autumn
I can sense, feel, almost taste it. Autumn.
It is like the shadow of something that you catch out of the corner of your eye. A sudden, dark movement that disappears when you turn to face it. It is the
wakening from a bad dream and not remembering exac...Expand for more
tly what the dream was about.
Autumn. The days are growing shorter. The clock tells me that. But it is more than just looking at a timepiece. It is a portentousness; a foreboding. It is the oncoming of dread. It is the gateway to winter.
The chipmunks now come later in the morning to eat. The squirrels stay and beg for a handout, even as the sky darkens. The fireflies and robins have disappeared. The leaves of the trees appear tired. How long now before they take on the colours of the season and die?
After spending a summer of sleepless, active, creative nights, the past few evenings have found me yawning before midnight. Instead of springing out of bed at dawn, I wish for just a few more minutes of sleep. Autumn.
The chipmunks will soon stop coming to feed. The lack of robins will be replaced with the delicate wings of juncos. The brightness of my days will disappear. The smiles and laughter in my world will hibernate along with the chipmunks. The dark days of winter are almost within reach.
Autumn casts a long shadow.
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