Month: July 2009
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picking pretties in the Big Easy
The street car trundled along behind my teenage granddaughter’s back as she perched in a tree on St. Charles Street in New Orleans untangling Mardi Gras beads left there after last winter’s parades. I waved cheerfully at the passengers – and fellow tourists. A pile of harvested beads at his feet, my husband waited beneath…
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Lindsay’s quilt
I opened the door to my sewing room for my visiting granddaughter, “Well, this is either the craft room or a junk room,” I said. A pile of fabric slumped onto the floor waiting for a shelf; piles of fabric for quilting projects waited my time, idea books crowded the closet, audio books waited to…
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familiar strangers
The two babies sat on the floor eyeing each other – relatives, yet strangers. The petite brunette, her back straight and stiff, stared pensively at the fair-haired, blue-eyed toddler with a year of growth and experience on her. Their uncertainty with each other reflected the distance, jobs and economic restrictions which force our family to…
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historical weekend
With all these years since our high school graduations, I doubt my husband and I could pass an American History test, but we certainly renewed our interest after a weekend trip to San Antonio, Texas. We went because my husband had never been to the Alamo. We dragged along a trio of granddaughters because we…