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Monthly Archives: February 2013
Dog Poop and Other Things That Stink
If you’ve lived long enough on this planet and have been out-of-doors for any period of time you’ve probably experienced it. One day you take an uninformed step on the ground beside you and you sense you’ve landed in a … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Assisted Living, Family History, Nursing Homes, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1951, Andy Griffith, aroma, bizarre, consideration, dependent, dignity, dog poop, elder abuse, fast-paced, freedom, ghosts, God, hurry, incomprehensible, infractors, mother, Nursing Homes, olfactory, oxygen tank, patience, Plymouth, praise, pungency, rehab facilities, respect, rush, stink, taking things for granted, veracity, waiting, wheel chair, white shepherd/lab mix
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A Tale of Two Settees
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times . . . .” Thank you, Charles, for that awesome, albeit ominous, beginning to this blog. How does one begin the story of two couches? Has one ever been … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged accident, chair, change, Charles Dickens, Hemingway, Memphis, mother-in-law, murder-suicide, Settee, stronger in the broken places, witness
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First Guitar
It’s hard to estimate the value of an investment, isn’t it? The stock market changes with the times, the value of our currency fluctuates, and commodities like gold and silver vary with regularity. There is no certainty that what you … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged art, Campus Brothers Music Company, commodities, currency, first, Google, guitar, investments, New Orleans, patina, piano, priceless, sports, stock market, Stone Mountain Park
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My Father’s Tools
My father was a crafstman with wood. He could build furniture, build a house, take some pieces of wood and shape them into a 3-inch tall replica of a rockingchair with splayed legs pegged into the seat (just like the full-size ones we sit … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged approval, baseboard, courage, craftsman, father, grandfather, imperfect, legacy, miter box, persevere, pliable, presence, saw, stowaway, Sweden, tools, Tucson, woodworking
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The Lost Story 