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Category Archives: Memoir
Castlewood revisited
As summer arrives, it’s always fun to remember Castlewood>>>
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What Are We Looking For?
Today’s entry >>>
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January Fishing: My Story
Umpteenth revision of a true story from back in the day when Maria and I were the “Babes In Boyland,” — names changed to fit it into my current work-in-progress. Good arm-chair adventure for a snowy day.>>> Mary looked up … Continue reading
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Confession: I Love Snow
I don’t like it when snow is a terrible hardship to people, but when I’m safe and sound inside, I love its silence and its beauty. I’m perversely of jealous of the people who got socked by “snowmageddon” this week … Continue reading
The Bead Collector
1956. My first beads were pop-beads, a 1950’s fad. I coveted them and competed with my girlfriends for the longest strands, draping myself in ropes of them. My favorites were pearls. Then one day the cheesy paint on one of … Continue reading
There Once Was A Dame With A Project
There once was a woman who dangled; Her comfort zone ever so mangled. So she shot out the door, Saying nope, nevermore. Now she’s feeling a tiny bit jangled. This sums up the scope of my memoir — or personal … Continue reading
Childhood Of My Discontent
[from work in progress] I was restless from the start, the kind of fussy first-born baby who needed rocking chairs and car rides to fall asleep. I was shy, but my doting parents assumed I could do anything. I was … Continue reading
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Susan in 1952
I went to my file to pull a couple photos and slipped down the bunny hole of scanning my childhood photos. Being the first child, I have a lot. I did through 1954. Here I am in 1952 at age … Continue reading
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Waiting for the Flow (Again)
Leftover energy from new-year resolutionizing had me doodling on an index card… then pulling out my color markers. The doodle made me remember that my first index card box was put together by my mom for me in 4th grade. … Continue reading