Monthly Archives: April 1994

Dad’s kind of music

Posted on April 25, 1994 by jottingjoan

My friends call it “Pickin’ and grinnin’.” I don’t pick, I just grin as I listen to the soothing sound of non-electric guitars, mandolins and harpsichords, playing mountain music. Listening to the gentle strumming and waltz-like rhythm, my tension drains … Continue reading →

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Nature abhors a vacuum

Posted on April 18, 1994 by jottingjoan

A few years ago during a family reunion my sister-in-law began most conversations asking, “Do you do windows?” Unable to find anyone who did, she sighed, “I guess I’ll have to go home and wash them myself.” I don’t do … Continue reading →

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Language is Greek to me

Posted on April 11, 1994 by jottingjoan

Right after lunch every day for two years, I tortured the Latin teacher with my skills in Latin. As a senior in high school, I took Spanish with the freshmen. It was my only choice other than shop. A former … Continue reading →

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Some critters fail as pets

Posted on April 4, 1994 by jottingjoan

When we first moved here, I was intrigued as I visited in carefully decorated homes to see a lizard or two crawling up and down the drapes. I found it a rather unique decoration. At home when my children caught … Continue reading →

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