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Category: Childhood Memories

  • A Best Friend

    Gaile and I have been friends for over 40 years. She just got her Medicare card and I am in hot pursuit of mine…only one more year. We met up today for lunch and a ramble around St. Paul, MN. We had not seen one another for almost two years. Covid and life… It was…

  • Remembering Our Fathers

    Kath and I both lost our fathers many years ago. We think of them most every day, but especially today, a lovely cool day in June. We are in the garden; a space we both learned about and grew to love because of our Dads. Thank you. Miss you.

  • Love from St Paul Minnesota

    Greetings of the season to all our dear WP friends. Wishing you all a peaceful, healthy holiday and New Year.

  • Then and Now

    It is graduation season and Father’s Day is just around the corner. It is also time to take a moment to celebrate old friends. I met up with a dear friend of 40 years to spend a  few hours chatting while the Mississippi River- still overflowing the banks- rolled on by. Today, our nephew David…

  • Scanning the past

    With the help of an Epson scanner, I am starting to sort through photos from the 1940’s and slides and photos from the 1960’s through the 70’s. Regrettably, the slides were kept in less than optimal conditions but it is a worthy challenge :). 1948-  My brother Mark, sister Ginny, mother, Florence, and Grandma Ruby…

  • Re-purposing Memories and Giving Thanks

    My dad was a wonderful wood worker and all of us kids have several of his pieces. One of mine was a four poster bed that he built from cherry wood when I was about 12 years old. Over the years the bed moved from my childhood home in Upstate NY to RI, then MI…

  • Purging the House and Sharing a Memory

    I took a few days off work this week. After reading two mysteries and cleaning the house I decided it was time to continue the daunting task of purging. This has meant pulling boxes of photos and memorabilia out of closets and crawl spaces and being as ruthless as possible. The tour books, postcards and…

  • Chanel No. 5, Mother, and Mark’s birthday

      My mother wore Chanel No 5 all her life. I recall, as a kid, wondering why anyone would splash on toilet water! Gross! I could never figure out how something that smelled so lovely had such a dumb name. Yesterday, while looking for something to wear to yet another job interview, I was inexplicably drawn…