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Monday, September 19, 2022

International Talk Like A Pirate Day, Matey

Kevin Kline - Pirate King (The Pirates Of Penzance) (1983) Back in the good old days, before any of my Son's were married and I had no grandchildren at all, the above movie came out and also college Theater in the Park was going strong in the summertime. Son Stephen did a great part as one of the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, September 17, 2022

I Got Spanked Once

I guess once was enough as I don't remember getting spanked anytime beside that once. I have no idea what I did, but I remember Dad doing the spanking and that we were outside in the front yard. I was about four years old because the house I am remembering is the one we lived in when my brother Ben... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, September 16, 2022

Blogit Communication

"We were made to communicate. Being unable leads to the pain of isolation--the one thing God said is not good (The Holy Bible, Genesis 2:18). Unless we can express what is inside and find the felt satisfaction of knowing and being known, this....life is hard and empty." -- David Barton During the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 9, 2022

A Word To The Wise

Having recently run across the original "Blue Back Speller" by Noah Webster, for elementary children, I could not believe the difficulty of the words for them to pronounce and spell. It was published in 1783 and for the next 150 years was the elementary spelling book for little ones. Mr. Webster's... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, August 8, 2022

It Usually Works

Goodness Gracious! He's downright loquacious, and how do I get him to cease? With mental telepathy I send him my empathy, "...but it's time to go home if you please!" Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, August 7, 2022

Mmmmmm, Smell That

Cartilaginous, bony or jawless ichthyology for me is not flawless but I'm always happy with a big plate of crappie fried crispy with a chippy or two or three...or four...or more Sign in to see full entry.

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First Grade Spelling Words?

My DIL the pedagoguette is loved by her students...and yet, she always is working to keep them from shirking their studies with later regret. Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, August 6, 2022

People Just Like a Good Time

With contumeliousness her forte, lack of friends her weakness. Alone she faces the environs of Pimlico her company avoided at the Preakness.......and everywhere else. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 29, 2021

Memories - How Were They Made?

Writing does not come "easy" to me, no thoughts floating on the breeze drifting from my mind carrying messages down to my fingers tapping on the keys. Never did, never will. No, I have to scrabble for every bit of progress, writing, erasing, writing again, erasing again, editing over and over,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 28, 2021

Memories

It seems, these days, that I don't spring out of the bed on awakening, the way I used to, all ready to greet the day. No, rather I drag myself up into a sitting position on the side of the bed, groan a little, rub my still-closed eyes, and say to myself that if it wasn't for a need to make a little... Sign in to see full entry.

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