Life in the fast lane--where's the on ramp?

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Monday, February 26, 2018

THANK YOU

I seem to remember posting something a month or two ago about life on the farm at Silver Creek, about the down quilts and cozy bedrooms, about Ethel’s cooking. We each put on 20 pounds that school year. There was a time when I wished we could stay there forever. At the same time I was plagued by... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 25, 2018

Continuation again

GALVIN SCHOOL Within a week of arriving at the Fogel’s farm, the three of us were enrolled in the three-room school a few miles up the road in Galvin. There were eight or ten students in each classroom; K-3rd, 4th-6th, and 7th-8th. We carried our lunch from “home” – peanut butter & jelly sandwiches... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 24, 2018

Continuation

CANCER CHANGES THINGS Right after we moved to Salkum and became a target for the town’s bully-boy cousins and their gang of hooligans, (I wouldn’t elevate their status by calling them a tribe) Mama told us she’d been to the doctor and she was going to have to go to Seattle for cancer treatments. But... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 23, 2018

Continuation

OUTSIDERS We stopped for breakfast at the outskirts of a town called Castle Rock, a name that appealed to my imagination. Castle Rock, a town where a princess lived, where the king was there to stand between her and the dragons and dark knights. There wasn’t, I discovered after we got under way... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 22, 2018

Beginning

MY TRIBE When I was about twelve I was a member of a tribe – not a Native American or First Nations one – but a related group. Members consisted of siblings, cousins, kids from the neighborhood, playmates. Some were older – like my cousin Betty who was my sometimes baby sitter, and our cousins Bob... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 21, 2018

TECH ADVANCE, 1940’S STYLE

In 1946 the new thing arrived in my neighborhood – or, to be exact, it arrived at Uncle Dee’s Mobilgas Station. We lived at the time at a rural neighborhood known as The Y, a mile or two east of Kennewick, Washington. The east-west highway between Kennewick and Richland took a Y-fork there. The... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 20, 2018

P.S. Lucky thing...

Being at The Center always brightens my mood and changes my sense of what's going on in the world. Thanks for the great suggestions & kind words. Sign in to see full entry.

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BAD DAY ON BRICK STREET Woke up in a dark mood this morning. Thinking of the squirt in the White House, Putin’s boy toy, and the political games that are going on in the “smoke-filled rooms” of the Capitol that are co-opting the America I grew up in. My mood is so contrary this dark and stormy... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 19, 2018

STEEL-CUT OATMEAL WITH STRAWBERRIES

Had breakfast with “the boys” yesterday, we went to Panera’s, also known as the St. Louis Bread Co., which is almost a fast-food restaurant. Panera’s is the outfit that donates day-old unsold bagels, French loaves and pastries to The Center and other agencies around town. One reason we have so many... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 18, 2018

…. when the muse is AWOL

What are little girls made of? Fire and ice and sugar and spice. And what are little boys made of? Hammers and nails and puppy dogs’ tails Oh, where is the boy who looks after the sheep? (While texting online he fell fast asleep.) If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride; If turnips were... Sign in to see full entry.

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