Comfort Writing for Reminisce Magazine

By Anita Garner

The Jones Kids, Arkansas, 1953
from the current issue of Reminisce Magazine

I’m sentimental.  Writing for Reminisce Magazine suits me perfectly.  My family’s in the new issue twice. Each issue includes a theme in addition to their regular departments.  The theme this time is the New Deal and the story of Daddy’s time at CC Camp is included.   Also in this issue is a story about my brother, Leslie Ray’s, unusual teenage rebellion.

That’s Daddy on the left, the future Reverend Raymond Jones in the 1930’s, showing off his muscles at Roosevelt’s C C Camp.

The magazine is owned by the company that also owns Readers Digest.   Reminisce, filled with photos and memories and a nice layout and proper vintage attitude, feels like home, a bit Readers Digest-y, which is comforting.

The last time the magazine published one of my stories, people asked how to get a copy.  Subscribing.  Or from a library.  I see both print and digital versions on Amazon.

These stories I send to the magazine aren’t included in my book, The Glory Road: A Gospel Gypsy Life, which comes out next year.  When it was time to trim the manuscript for the book, not everything I wrote fit the length and I share some of this in other ways.  Reminiscing, for instance.



Lies We Tell Our Kids

(You can hear this blog with music)

I’m borrowing these from Reader’s Digest this week.  Wish I’d thought of these lies we tell our kids.

— “If the ice cream truck is playing music, it means it’s run out of ice cream.”






— “You used to have a brother who turned into a mushroom from not taking a bath.”

— “Her Dad said if she looked after a special growing rock and watered it until it stopped growing, she could get a dog. She watered it and while she was at school, her Dad replaced it with a bigger rock.”

— “Toys grow under the weeds in the yard and if you pull the weeds, eventually a toy will pop out.”

— “They don’t sell replacement batteries for that toy.

— And a personal one:  Because my Daddy was a Southern preacher who was often in touch with Jesus, I’m cautious about this one. My brother and I prayed every night for a blue Schwinn bicycle.




Daddy said Baby Jesus provides for all our needs but maybe not our wants and besides it was rude to ask Him for something so specific. My brother said if he had a bike, he could get a paper route.

A bicycle soon appeared on the front porch of the parsonage. It wasn’t new.  It wasn’t blue, but it worked. Daddy never admitted to buying it.


Thank you, Colin, for the music.

Colin Tribe – “Bye Bye Blues”

Colin and grandson, Edward