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Nancy Roman

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Drive-In

You know what I miss? I miss the Drive-In. Drive-Ins were such a weird invention. Some nut-case (actually his name was Hollingshead) way back in the twenties decided that it would be a great idea to sit in your car and watch a movie. It took about twenty years to perfect the screen and the sound… …

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Shopping For Kielbasa

My last two blogs are ethnically connected. They are both rooted in New Britain, Connecticut. This is where my Polish grandparents lived, and where my doctor’s office is. When I was a little girl, my Babci used to take me down Broad Street to all the Polish shops. Lots of little markets, and no one speaking …

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The Best Book I Ever Read

We haven’t had much snow this Winter (Autumn, however, was ridiculous). We had a little snow last weekend, and as I looked out over the slope of our backyard, I thought about sledding. And the image of sledding always reminds me of… Annette Funicello. When I was about ten, I became friends with a girl …

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Walking To School With Abraham Lincoln

Way back in the day, I trudged through eight-foot snowdrifts in my nine-mile commute to school. Okay, that was Abraham Lincoln. But I feel almost as old while I wait in the line of traffic following the school bus. It’s a cold day and there was a dusting of snow last night. But that doesn’t …

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A Snow White Christmas

I recently wrote about “Snow White and The Smelly Dwarfs” – but it is Christmas time and I also have a sweet (rather than smelly) Snow White story. This is an except from my as-yet unpublished novel.  It’s a fictionalized account of the Christmas when I was five.  But it is not so very fictional… the …

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Beyond Clean Underwear: Advice From Mom

Today is my mother’s 88th birthday, so I thought it would be appropriate to re-issue this post from August.  BEYOND CLEAN UNDERWEAR:  ADVICE FROM MOM My mother’s advice extended far beyond bus-proofing my unmentionables. My mother’s advice was wise, witty, and right. The first advice I remember her offering – (there were lots of  “don’t …

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Not Quite Fourteen

Last week I heard someone say, “Oh no! I’ve become my mother!” Well, I HAVE become my mother. And I couldn’t be happier. Becoming my mother has always been my goal. She’s smart, sweet, pretty, and best of all, funny. And the more I’m like her, the more I like myself too. Except for one tiny …

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Not Quite Pulitzer Material

I’m swimming in awards these past two weeks. I’ve been nominated for Versatile Blogger and Liebster Blogger by Prairie Wisdom sandylikeabeach Lorna’s View whatimeant2say kiwsparks Rita’s Reflections  as well as nice mentions in blogs by RVing Girl and BigSheepCommunications. I could get really conceited  (okay, I already AM really conceited).  But I know these compliments …

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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 …

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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, …

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