The other night I was enjoying a dish of peach cobbler that was sprinkled with some fresh blueberries. In the midst of this delightful summer dessert, it suddenly hit me that blueberries are relatively new in my life.
Blueberries now are a favorite fruit at our house, yet thereâ€™s irony there. As a kid, I donâ€™t ever remember eating them.
Fruits â€” fresh and canned â€” were always part of our diet. Regardless of the season.
My mother saw to it that we ate healthy foods, which, of course, meant the inclusion of fruit.
I have worked at several places over my 53 years. Even though they were in different industries, they all had one thing in common. I didnâ€™t see the warts until after I started working there. All of my jobs had them. But let me make one thing very clear from the start: I came to this job knowing full well what I was getting into. Warts and all. And I am loving it so get used to it. Iâ€™m not going anywhere.
Urban legends have long been a favorite study of mine. Before the advent of the computer, there were fewer such stories circulating, but they were much more likely to be accepted for truth. Now most people know about the Snopes website and so they are less likely to believe such stories.
You would think that as a student of folklore and someone who knows a great deal about urban legends, I would recognized them for what they are, but I donâ€™t. Why? Because they seem believable and they are always passed on in good faith. People want to warn others of some danger, be it large or small.