Category Archives: Memories
Second Hand Rose
This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for my sisters. That’s me in the middle on the first day of school. I was six, I think. That would make Christine (on the left) ten, and Claudia (on the right) just shy of nine. I loved my sisters. Although my mother will tell you that we bickered constantly. …
A Streetcar Named Ernie
I always thought I would marry an artsy kind of guy. But every time I dated a man who knew about the ballet, or literature, or film – nothing ever sparked. Then I met a man who knew NOTHING about culture. Really Nothing. And I was delighted with him. He knew cars and tools and …
A Little Lesson in Humility
As I moved up the ladder at my big corporate job… …oh, that reminds me of an old admonition: “As you climb the ladder of success Don’t let the boys look up your dress.” Let me start again: As I moved up the ladder at my big corporate job, I got to partake in some …
How To Embarrass A Teenager
I don’t have kids of my own, and perhaps it takes a hell of a lot more these days to make a kid blush, but here’s the most cringe-worthy event of my teenage life (apologies to my sweet – and very manly – little brother): I must have been about sixteen. I was on …
Bad Hair Years
I had a bad hair day yesterday. I went to my nephew’s wedding. And no, I didn’t wear the fringed slip. But I did wear a low cut, tight black dress, and danced “Shout” with abandon. But my hair — not so hot. My bangs, which often torment me with a life of their own, …
Not Quite Instant Karma
When I was eleven, I stole an idea. It was 1962, and I was hospitalized briefly for a minor problem. Not being really sick, I was very happy to be in the hospital, where I could get all kinds of attention and sympathy. I was enjoying myself tremendously. The girl in the next bed had …
Power Hungry
My home has now been without electric power for five days. We have some power, as we have a good size generator, so we are been better off than some folk. The generator powers the heat, hot water, refrigerator, and a few lights – and what is most important – the well. Not being able …
Eye Of The Beholder
I love Halloween. I loved it when I was a kid, as it was the only time except for Christmas and Easter when I got to dress up. And I loved dressing up. I didn’t outgrow it. I especially loved Halloween as a ‘youngish’ single. I am naturally pretty shy. But on Halloween, I didn’t …
My Ghost Makes Crank Calls
Many years ago, my husband and I bought an old house. Built around 1840, we didn’t know too much about its history. We did know about one lady who lived there. Her grandson, now our age, was our neighbor. She must have been a pretty nice Grandma, because Jim didn’t really want us to change a …
Not My Dream Job
As I wrote in my last post, for a very long time (too long to call it a childhood fantasy) I wanted to be on TV. Well, it sort of turned out that way. I worked for TV. Though not as an actress playing the heroine. I was in Finance. But although I was preparing …
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