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Sunday, February 23, 2014

A chat with mother - part 2

She said she'd never had cancer. I said yes you did, don't you remember?... "That was what I told everyone, but it wasn't true. The truth was, I was raped. Afterward I found out I was pregnant, and I had to get out of town." "Why didn't you tell the police?" "They'd never have believed me. Times... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 22, 2014

A chat with Mother...

It was June 1982 - I was nervous as a cat. Mother was coming for a visit. Her second visit since she'd come out to help with my firstborn in the fall of 1956. She was always welcome, we wrote letters (I admit I was neglectful in that regard) but for her to spend money on travel just for the helluvit... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 21, 2014

Every Which Way the Wind Blows

Odd weather the last couple of days had me standing at the kitchen window, fascinated as I waited for my coffee to brew. It takes a minute or two to register that something really odd is going on out there. Then I went to the door and stood watching, just to be sure I wasn't imagining things. It's... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 20, 2014

Things you don't - ever - tell your kids

Stunts you pulled, things you got away with when you were a kid: you never want to tell your own darling adorable children about them. No sense giving them ideas. It was bad enough - all the stuff they came up with on their own. How did those bike tire tracks get on the ceiling? I asked when I got... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Giving Myself a Good Talking-To...

If you read me yesterday you could tell I was in a snit. Not just a bad mood, but a major hissy fit. I let myself fall into a pattern of "ain't it awful" thinking about what schmucks people can be. And I'd read something online about how the football franchises are considered non-profit... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Games, games games

Superbowl eleventy nine or whatever number this last one was. It cost a working class guy two month's pay to attend the game and sit in the cheap seats, assuming he makes $15 - $20 an hour or so. The cost of attending the Olympics has long-since been a way of weeding out the pikers. We may enjoy the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 17, 2014

Galvin School - 1947-48 - the county-wide music festival

From August 1947 until June 1948 my kid sis, kid bro and I were in a foster home, a farm along Lincoln Creek a "few furlongs" past Galvin and north of Centralia. "Uncle Sam" and "Aunt Ethel" usually took only one kid at a time, usually those who'd been ripped out of a family by authorities because... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 16, 2014

You could get a Hershey bar for a nickel...

1947: A nickel got you a full-sized bar, larger than the 'regular' candy bars on the shelf today that cost $1.49. In those days a waitress made $2 or $3 a shift plus tips - about the equivalent of the minimum wage at around 35 Cents an hour. A quarter-pound standard burger with a pickle and a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 15, 2014

Dream Theory - what's it mean, and do you want to know?

From time to time I have this dream where I'm in a big public place - a large train depot or a sports arena, at the university or a mall, and when I head for the ladies' room all the stalls are occupied and there's a line. Either that or there are no doors on the stalls and if I decide to go I have... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 14, 2014

Everything Old is New Again

Last week some time my son Joe stopped by, checkin' in to see if I needed anything from the store. I told him I was out of bird seed, so within the hour he was back with a 20# bag of it. The cardinals and doves and sparrows and squirrels are set for a six week stretch of free lunches... We talked... Sign in to see full entry.

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