Month: March 2003
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Eager Beaver’s vacation
The Eager Beavers Club formed the summer my sisters, cousin and I took over the long-neglected, tiny four-roomed house next to my grandparent’s home. My uncle had used the empty living room to mix-up seed for his hay fields. The seeds looked like trash to me – until he asked what had happened to the…
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Passport to Indonesia
The time has come for me to soar away through the sky to my first foreign country not connected to the United States. Time to spend a day or two in airplanes and airports, hopping from one country to the next and flying over many others to reach my destination. I’ve crossed the border any…
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National goof-off day
After December’s rush towards Christmas, January’s New Year parties and a season of family birthdays … after the stress of ensuring a romantic Feb. 14 and slipping by the Ides of March, I welcome March 22: National Goof Off Day. It comes just in time to recuperate from the six long weeks of winter which…
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Dead deer, dead car
My husband killed a deer. Not that he was hunting for deer. Not that we own a gun or even a bow and arrows – but, we do own a car – and in southern Arkansas that’s a lethal weapon in this deer- infested part of the world. It was dusk. A pair of deer…
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Garage sale generosity
I thought I would make short, individual jaunts to area garage sales with my grandchildren beginning with the oldest child and proceeding down from there. The squall from the 2-year-old at the sight of us preparing to leave changed those plans abruptly. I changed the order, winked knowingly at the big sister and said the…