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An Exceptional Mother
Going through old family pictures lately, I liked this one of my mother and her daughters taken about 1974. (I especially like how my bright blue socks coordinate so well with my yellow and white dress! Probably there was some minuscule speck of blue in the floral pattern that I thought the socks “matched.”) I have an exceptional mother… and…
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44 Years Ago
About lunchtime today, I got an interesting text message from one of my aunts. She asked if I knew the address of the house my family lived in back in 1969. I was 3. Now… I do have a pretty good memory. And I remember quite a few things from when I was 3. But the address of the house…
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Vintage Valentines
Vintage Valentines cards are so much fun. I think my favorites are from the mid-20th century. The artwork is so sweet, and the puns are so lame! Here’s a darling one I came across recently and “sent” to my husband, just because of the vintage car and trailer. I have no idea what the message means: “…I’d trailer all around.”…
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The Antique Buggy
Imagine, if you will, a young mommy in the late 1960s out for a walk with her baby. In your mind, what does that baby stroller look like? Maybe bright and plasticky, with shiny chrome metal bars and such? Yeah, me, too. (Go ahead. Google “baby stroller 1960s” and you’ll see what I mean.) Whatever you had pictured, it was…
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The Eldorado Courier
My grandparents and their children moved away from Eldorado, Oklahoma in 1958. Many of our relatives still lived there, so my grandparents had a subscription to The Eldorado Courier (pronounced “Elda-ray-duh Coo-yer”) to keep up with the happenings in their hometown. Sometimes Grandmother would include a clipping from the Courier in a letter to Mother when I was growing up. When I…
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The Home Demonstration Club Quilt
As far as I could tell, downtown Eldorado, Oklahoma only has two or three “inhabited” buildings. There is the community building, where we met for our family reunion Labor Day weekend… an apparently current insurance office… and across the street, the historical museum. All the other buildings are vacant. For such a tiny, dying town, the museum is quite impressive…
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Tater Mountain
When we came to the turn-off for the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge in Oklahoma last Friday, Mother asked, “Do we want to take a detour and drive through there? We have plenty of time.” Uncle Carlton and I responded, “Yes!” in unison. Mother wasn’t quite sure it was the right road. “Yes, it is,” Uncle Carlton assured her. “See those…
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Labor Day Weekend
I had intended to micro-blog all weekend so my family (at least) could follow along with my adventures. But “the best-laid plans of mice and men…” and all that. I hadn’t realized there wouldn’t be a very good cell signal in the remote little corner of south-western Oklahoma where i spent the better part of the weekend. I did have…
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The Summer I was 16
The summer I was 16 I almost met my future husband. It happened like this: Every four years our denomination held a General Convention. This was where the preachers and important laymen in the church got together and took care of church business. For us teenagers, it was a chance to socialize with other young people with similar church background.…
