A Bit of This and That

I can always tell when age is beginning to make it presence known by the manner in which I allow little problems to irk me. While I wouldn’t know a schedule if one hit me over the head, and will deny with my last breath that I could be trapped into living my life on any sort [...]

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Old, But Not Stupid

There is a well known adage: if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em . . . or somthing to that effect. I have, over the past few weeks, managed in one way or another to reduce the number of times I am called to the telephone by someone trying to sell me something I neither need [...]

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It Was a Dank and Dark Day…

The afternoon Carl received his draft notice, the weather was on the dank side with gray, moody clouds threatening to begin a late February snow storm. I was in the kitchen when Carl entered the back door clasping an opened envelope in one hand and a white sheet of paper in the other—his draft notice. I have to admit, the first few minutes of [...]

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A Slippery Slope

From that beautiful early Autumn afternoon, 1944, when the words to Blue Skies settled themselves into my inner-most being, and Carl received his draft notice on a miserably cold March day, I cannot recall anything worthwhile writing about, unless one calls getting pregnant sometime in October. I shouldered my share of the daily chores and, twice a week, Monday and Thursdays, helped Carl [...]

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I can’t believe this: I had today’s blog written, ready to save to my blogsite when, and don’t ask me what I did because I haven’t the slightest idea, just as I was to hit “save”, everything was highlighted and with the next click, vanished. So, I have to rewrite the entire page. I’ll be back.

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Blue Skies

I wonder just how old I’ll have to be in order not to have the song Blue Skies  send me reeling back to a beautiful early autumn day and to a moment in time when I first accepted my then, current situation: my husband was a farmer and planned to become a Master Farmer—don’t ask me to [...]

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Chapter Three

Friday Evening: I am well aware this chapter needs a great deal of revising, but I am ”publishing” it just as it is. I can make adjustments later. It’s been a long and tiring day and I’m ready to admit that age has a way of slowing the body down. The time I could get up at five-thirty [...]

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My Honeymoon, or, Chapter 2

Like many families, during the 1930 depression years, my parents did not have a telephone in the house, so any and all wedding arrangements between my husband-to-be in East Pennsylvania and my parents in Akron, Ohio, had to be accomplished via the postal system. When I wrote to Carl asking him about living arrangements, he replied, ’Don’t bother buying anything. [...]

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Ah, Politics!

I had Chapter Two of my Autobiography written and, I thought, posted but the drastic, for me, change in the way I write, edit and post my work sent my post into some sort of “blog hell”. So, today you are getting a copy of a letter I sent to a fellow writer/poet/ Republican friend in response to [...]

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Chapter One

Autobiography
April 2, 2008
Utterly weary of listening to news commentators discussing nothing but what I believe to be the sorriest choice of candidates for president from which I’ve ever had to choose, I turned to TV Land. Better the I Love Lucy show or, as it turned out, All in the Family with Archie and Edith [...]

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