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#Halloween Memories of My Mom
It was a dark and stormy night… Or so it seemed for many of my childhood Halloweens. Most of the time my costume would be hidden under a coat. That didn’t matter. All the holidays of my childhood seemed, in hindsight, to have been magical. I give all credit to my mom. I do not…
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Seeing But Not SEEING
It’s funny how differently our eyes see things, depending on what is, or has, happened. I’d been in my mom’s office hundreds of times. I’d even got stuff out of this desk, but I never really looked at it, saw it for what it was, until we were emptying their house. It stopped me in…
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Hot August Nights
In my memory, every night in August was a hot August night. We didn’t have A/C or even ceiling fans back then. I can remember tossing and turning in bed, waiting for the night to get cool enough for sleep. I’d move around on my narrow bed, trying to find a cool spot, flipping my…
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A Mulling Monday
It’s Monday and I’m mulling. Or maybe I’m pondering. Nothing heavy. Because it’s Monday. The hubs photo of the Sno-Ball stand is what started the mulling and the pondering. Or maybe it nudged some that had been lingering at the back of my mind. Where I grew up (northern Wyoming), we called them snow cones,…
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My Ghosts of Christmases Past
Do you ever “see” the ghosts of your Christmases past? As part of my “Adventure in Wyoming,” I’ve stirred up a lot of ghosts. Thankfully, I’m not Scrooge, so they seem to be benign. But there is something about Christmas that really brings out the memories – the good, the bad, even the crazy. I…
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Time Travel Thanksgiving
I feel like I’ve been traveling through time. Being back home has swept me back into my past, and now I’m home for Thanksgiving for the first time in at least thirty years, possibly, probably longer. In the eighteen years of Thanksgivings before I left for college, I’m quite sure they weren’t all cold and…
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A Door to the Past
I almost forgot I’d blogged before about doors, both closed and open. This door, of course, is on the Alamo, but it is a very cool door. This week I’m mulling a different door—one to my past. I went home this month and that door creaked open (not the one in the picture, the one…
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Thanks for Taking a Chance on Me 🙂
Many, many years ago a young girl fell in love with books. She loved them so much she risked getting in trouble in school to read when she should have been doing her schoolwork. She kept a flashlight under the bed, so she could read when she was supposed to be asleep. She walked while…