It is his scent that comes back to me most strongly: a mixture of leather, Barbasol shaving cream, and cigars.
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Suprise Me
Visits from My Grandfather
Prompted By Grandparents & Grandchildren
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It is his scent that comes back to me most strongly: a mixture of leather, Barbasol shaving cream, and cigars.
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French Dip
Prompted By Swimming
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French Dip One of the things I was determined to do when I retired was to perfect my French. My husband’s parents were multi-lingual, he heard French spoken at home, and he speaks it fluently. But although I studied French in both high school and college, my mastery of that beautiful tongue was…
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Betrayed by a Church
Prompted By Betrayal
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Ironically, being betrayed by a church led to the creation of an early childhood program based on values to which religious institutions should aspire: community, inclusion, acceptance, caring, kindness, and love for children.
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Grad Night
Prompted By Altered States
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On Mr. Toad’s Ride, I was killed by a freight train. But Small World put me back together.
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Keeping It Reeled?
Prompted By First Memory
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I’m sure that among the filmed “memories” are some that I truly recall, but after so many viewings of the home movies I can’t be sure. Is it real or is it Kodachrome II?
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Bounteous Fruits
Prompted By Retrospect Retrospective
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"A farm family ambience, sifting compost piles of memory, tilling soils of a late lamented culture..."
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Minding Monkey
Prompted By Nannies and Babysitters
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My partner, Dina’s mother Barbara, was going out with her for support, and Dina needed someone to look after her pup, whom she called “Monkey”. I told her to forget about boarding, especially because Monkey had been a shelter pup, and volunteered to look after him at our house.
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Valerie
Prompted By Reconnecting
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I met Christie and Emily in 1965 in Intermediate Girls at the National Music Camp in Interlochen, Michigan. We’ve been friends ever since. I moved up to High School Girls in 1967. They both remained in the Intermediate Division, knowing that they would be leads in the Operetta; and so they were. I wanted the…
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Good Talk, Dad
Prompted By What My Father Told Me
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As I mark my tenth Father’s Day without having a father, I am thinking about this most important choice my father helped me to make.
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