From The Past

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Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Off To The Woods

Growing up, our house wasn't big enough for seven children, six of them girls, for much more than eating and sleeping and preening in front of the mirror. Escape was made as often as possible lest Mom & Dad thought up more chores for us to do. We could be easily found in the yard, so off to the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, August 1, 2016

Family Doctor

The only thing that helps me to abide a visit to my doctor (which I had to do today) is the Norman Rockwell "Doctor and Doll" hanging in his waiting room. I just love it. Not only that, it even looks like my doctor and it reminds me that he is a kindly soul who took care of Mom, Dad, Sisters Barbara... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, July 28, 2016

An Early Birthday Present

My darling Sis posted this to Facebook in honor of my 79 th birthday tomorrow. She knew I would love it. Dancers, comedians, wonderful actors from my past....none better. I grinned all the way through it. I just had to share it with you. Most of you probably loved them too. Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, June 18, 2016

A Special Day For Remembering

I have stayed up late enough on this Saturday night that it is already Fathers Day and I haven't even gone to bed yet. Before I do, it seemed like a great time to wish every Blogit Man a wonderful Fathers Day. Whether you are a father or not, it is a special day for everyone who had a Father (and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Boy Found Alive - Conclusion

Doug was wakened that morning to the feel of his face being massaged by little hands that were rubbing in I Can't Believe It's Not Butter soft bread spread. He swatted away the little hands and gradually awoke to the sight of food containers, crumbs and stains on the Persian area rug, and the smell... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, May 2, 2016

Continuation of "Boy" - The Day After

Having been called by Sis before they left for the hospital in spite of tornadoes, I was aware of what was going on, and as soon as it was light I got on the road to go to Springfield and see what I could do to help. This was 33 years ago, well before everyone and their uncle had a cellphone, and so... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, May 1, 2016

What's A Boy To Do?

Thirty-three years ago today, a darling, healthy baby boy was born in Springfield, Missouri to my baby sister. She and her husband already had one child--a two-year-old son. It had been planned, that when her time came, I would leave Kansas City and drive down to Springfield, only a matter of a... Sign in to see full entry.

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What's A Boy To Do?

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Saturday, April 23, 2016

Saturday Symphony

One of my life-long favorite symphonies seemed to be playing out in my kitchen last evening when I turned on the hood light over the kitchen stove to prepare an evening snack. Listen and you can hear the entrance of a large wasp (I know not how he got in) who was intent on finding a way to make a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 22, 2016

Friday Fiesta

The first time I ever went to Mexico, I was sixteen and had finished first year high school Spanish thinking I knew it well. When spoken to in Mexico by a Hispanic, all I could think to answer was, "No speakie!" Sign in to see full entry.

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