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Titche’s & Dr. Dolittle
There comes a time in a child’s life–it was at age 10 or 11 for me–that he or she feels not quite a kid and not quite an adult. One Christmas season my parents took me and my sisters and brother to visit my uncle, aunt, and cousins in Duncanville, about an hour from our…
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Stone Groan
It was a perfect weekend for camping–temps in the 80’s, fair skies. It was a bit windy so I really couldn’t set much outside but I managed to decorate my site and make it a glamping fit. It was a Get’away Gals campout, so as is our custom we met Thursday evening for a “BYODinner”…
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“Have a Holly Jolly Christmas. . .”
“It’s the best time of the year. I don’t know if there’ll be snow, but have a cup of cheer. . .” And so the song goes, courtesy of the late great Burl Ives. Remember the snowman on “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” animated special? I was seven years old when I saw it for the…
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Why I’m Happy School is Starting Again
Ah, back-to-school time. That season of the year when store shelves are brimming with shiny new pens, markers, notebooks, and lunch boxes, and clothing racks are stuffed with fashions for going back to school. Parents groan because of the expense of equipping the kids with everything required for the new school year–but those shoes fit…
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Booth sprucin’ and ponderin’. . .
One of the things you have to do when you have a booth space in an antiques mall is spruce it up occasionally, or as Vintage Rescue Squad puts it, “foof your boof.” I just love that. I wish I had thought of it myself! Surely she won’t mind if I borrow it? Anyway, these…