Month: May 1997
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full house again
They ALL came home last weekend. The oldest brought his wife and kid. The youngest brought his dirty laundry. The third brought his freshly minted college diploma – plus everything he ever took to college: computer, bedding, his ever expanding library, plants and trees to plant in our yard and all his paperwork for grad…
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Women’s banquet
“You gonna’ help him?” I asked my daughter as my husband set up the ironing board and iron beside the heap of wrinkled cloth napkins. She watched him speculatively as he sprinkled them with water. “Naw. They’re for the Women’s Appreciation Banquet. He has to do it.” She laid back in the lounge chair and…
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Learning to cook
I began with seven. Two brothers, two sisters, two parents and me, seven to feed when I began cooking. That was the year my mom went to a paying job and my sisters and I went to the kitchen. We shared the work. I made cake while my sisters made green bean soup and washed…
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I’ve been wrong
OK, I admit it. I’ve been wrong a couple of times. Like the time I wrote that years of living with hamsters had taught our cats to round-up but not eat furry little critters. So, of course, our tom cat brought the mole it caught in the yard into the house. My daughter decided she…