Columns

The 12-hour plane ride to China was doable, customs a breeze, arriving a day early and no one expecting us at the hotel – that was a surprise.

Letter to the community

When I was 15 I threw my first party while my parents were gone for a night. It wasn't big, maybe ten people. I would have gotten away with it except for the unfortunate proof of evidence that lingered. One of my friends proceeded...

High quality of life, low taxes

It’s been five months since any Country Roads column has been written  and I’ve missed the bi-weekly walk with you. My reasons for not writing seemed important back in October, but that was during the threatening fires, drought, and uncertainty if Sonoma County would still be in existence once rains returned to dampen down and finish off the fires.

Recently we had a visitor from the east coast, a friend of over 30 years whom we see a few times a year, but never out this way.

These news items are gathered from previous issues of the Windsor Times by volunteers of the Windsor Museum and Historical Society

This past weekend was my Mom’s 72nd birthday. We celebrated with a girls-only brunch and an afternoon of scouting out vintage stores. As we savored our last few sips of coffee after our meal, we got to talking about the world that she grew up in and how much different things are today.

A few weekends ago I went antique shopping with my teen daughter and my mom. It’s something the three of us really enjoy doing together. Knick knacks of the past are cooler, better crafted and remind me of good memories and simpler times. Things just happen to find us, forgotten items, dusty and old that seem to shout “remember me, bring me home.”