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July 2017
Leslie Goes Boom

A Mixed Bag of Memories

And who can forget S&H Green Stamps? Nowadays you can only find them in the attics and basements of those of us old enough to remember what they were. We find them, we hold them, we hesitate to throw away a book completely filled with stamps, but in the end, we toss them aside like everything else today.

Musings of an Undefeated Matriarch

Fourth of July, 1953

It sounded like a crazy story to me, but she said no, every word was true. She said the sheriff got a piece of rhubarb from Wisp’s garden and stuck it down his throat and kept it there until he threw up all the pills.

Musings of an Undefeated Matriarch

The Mystery of the Disappearing Bar of Soap

I know it’s only soap, but that’s how new things creep into our lives. Before we know it, our socks become dust rags, our buttons are replaced with Velcro, our oxfords give way to Reeboks, and our bandanas are tucked in a drawer and forgotten.

Silver Screen, Golden Years

Una Merkel’s Roadside Memorials

Get out of the car and take a picture of the family by Una Merkel's roadside marker, or take a peek at her mural in Covington, and take your hats off to a good ol' sassy peroxide blonde who was our best pal during the Depression.

One More Story...

Hope Springs Eternal

What was going to happen next?  Suddenly a shadow blotted out the sun. I was roughhoused backwards. I cried out, thinking a giant bird had swooped down to haul me away.


Media Fast

I have found that my world doesn’t revolve around media anymore. The debilitating cramp in my neck and shoulder from using the mouse for hours has gone away. When I watch TV, I pay more attention to what and why I’m watching.

June 2017
Social Insecurity

Thanks to Paperboys, We Could ‘Read All about It’

And I say paper “boys” because there were no girls performing what was considered manly work back then. Besides, certainly no decent girl would want to be exposed to such disgusting boy behavior: cussing, teasing, bullying, and practicing the fine art of spitting.


The Knuckleballer and Me

"Dickie Lamb," he said, "If you skip school one more time I'll take that tobacco stick you use for a baseball bat and break it over your head."

May 2017
The Raven Lunatic

The Gift of My Mother’s Wedding Rings

In the few days I’ve worn the rings, I like pondering what they represent. I recognize that not everyone is blessed; life is fraught with complications that fray the knots we tie.

As I Recall...

The Great Iron Horse

In the not too distant past, trains had identities and personality. When streamliners were eloquent, schedules were frequent, and fares were less expensive than for airliners, America traveled coast to coast and border to border on passenger trains.

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