A Memorable Easter Dinner

Blood, sweat and tears: each contributed a share to Easter dinner on Colonial Farm, 1948. The dining room table, extension in place, waited our guests—my husband’s parents and a host of uncles, aunts and cousins from the Philadelphia, Pennsylvania area, some thirty-five miles distance from the farm.
It was twelve-thirty before I questioned my husband who [...]

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Old Age Positives

It doesn’t happen often, and perhaps it happened this morning because my beloved Scamp, at times, still does not appear to realize the difference between indoor carpeting and outside grass, that I felt every bit as old as I am shortly after rolling out of bed this morning, and no wonder. I smelled the unmistakable [...]

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One Swig A Trip

Had I known before March 24, 1940, the day I married Carl L. Kaufman, that I was, in reality, marrying a man bent on owning a dairyfarm, I am fairly certain the following tale would never, some sixty-five years later, have found itself on a blog-site entitled Meander With Me.
Each Tuesday and Friday, after moving [...]

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Meandering

I truly had no intentions of carrying any further the subject of homosexuality, at least not for some time, but a letter to the Dear Abby column in today’s paper caused me to change my mind. Seems a cousin of the author of the letter has been abandoned and ostracized by her family for the [...]

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How Necessary Is God?

I may have, when I first became a blogger, used the following little essay, but not having kept a log on to what I did and did not publlish, and because I deleted some of my early work, I decided to use the following. Yesterday, February 19, 2008, I received another of those ubiquitious email [...]

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Lent

I need a vacation from serious thinking, and though I realize Lent is a few weeks in the offing—or is it—anyway, I give you . . .
From my book, The Iconoclast
I’ve given up drinking—
I never did smoke.
I’ve given up sex—
it would now be a joke.
I’ve given up dreaming
I’ll ever be slim,
and chances of wanting
a marvelous [...]

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The Believers

I often wonder what Robert Green Ingersol’s reaction might be should he return from his more than one hundred year’s sleep, back into today’s society. I believe he died actually believing mankind was on its way out of the darkness into which religion had plunged Europe during the period that came to be known as [...]

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Dreams Don’t Die, They Go Into Hiberntion

I had the introduction to the following written and ready to send, but, it went “poof”. Well, being the procrastinator that I am, it can wait until morning. Or did I already publish this little piece? I’ll check.
Like petals from blossoms that shower a bride
only to wither and dry in the dust,
my dreams floated aimlessly [...]

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No Regrets

There is a tale to be told as to how and why I wrote the following poem and I intend to tell it, just not now. I had good cause for writing the poem but first I want to tell you about an inspiring and delightful poet I met while living in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. Alice [...]

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Liberty

Today’s blog is somewhat of a follow up from “My Dear Departed Husband” and my comments to Linda. My husband, our two children, my husband’s brother and I moved into a fieldstone farmhouse located about thirty-five to forty miles above Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on the seventeenth of January, 1947. Sometime during 1848, my husband announced he [...]

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