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Sunday, July 2, 2017

Always Special Back Then

When I was a child....a long, long time ago....July was watermelon time because that's when they were ripe here in Missouri. Forth of July (now called Independence Day) was always celebrated with big, juicy watermelons, all you could eat. They were totally appreciated because they were not available... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 11, 2016

An Oldie But Goodie

Such a GRAY, wet, nasty cold day outside. It is almost noon and I can't even make myself get out of my PJ's or do anything at all productive. I warmed up a cup of coffee sitting in a cold pot from last evening and dug in the fridge for a pickled jalapeño to suck on to wake up my mouth. I'm not in a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, December 2, 2016

Golden Threads

I began a post earlier in my blog called TAPS' Take that accidentally got posted before I was really finished with it. So, I'm going to continue with it here because it really does encompass the Holiday Season of so many years of the past 70+. I've always loved the holiday season because it is so... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 1, 2016

Can't Think Of Anything To Write? ...

Then Just Listen, and maybe even sing along. It will make your day! Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Seventy Years Ago

I think my Dad must have taken the picture since he isn't in it. Wasn't I cute. Five years later, my youngest sister was born. She was a surprise. For seven months Mom's doctor told her she had a fibroid tumor and that at 44 she was too old to have another baby. In case you are not sure which one is... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 6, 2016

A Patriotic Rose 1906-1995

One hundred and ten years ago today, my mother was born in a little cottage outside the city limits of Richmond, MO. The daughter of Bohemian immigrants to the US, her father a coal miner, in a community of coal miners, many of them uncles and their families, she grew up very patriotic and very... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, September 25, 2016

First Things First

The mesa looked the same from a distance as it did the last time I saw it. It had been long since I had been there. The road wound steeply up the side, curving around the rocky cliff as it rose higher. The drive up was the same as I had remembered. Finally bursting out at the top, the road flattened... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

My First Day Of School

Today was the first day of the school year for the children who live in this apartment complex. This morning I watched them, each with new clothing and a new backpack line up at the school bus pick-up place. Some were excited. A few little ones looked intimidated and were clinging to older children.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, August 8, 2016

Pink Memories

The surprise lilies of August bloom like there is no tomorrow then they fade away and die out a few days later. They always catch me off guard. They always make me smile. They always give me impetus to feel alive, to do something I haven't done for awhile, to accomplish something I've been putting... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 5, 2016

If I Traveled Once Again...

This is where I would go once more if I still traveled in real time instead of just in my memories. live oak tree reaching ever reaching through hanging haunting Spanish moss Sign in to see full entry.

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