Here lie the remains of the ring that at one time brought memories of my grandmother and great-grandmother! No longer a ring but only worn out gems—a golden band destroyed of its original form and beauty. The dastardly culprit I can still see in my mind’s eye with a smug...
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Thanksgiving celebrating means different things to different people even within the same family! My husband Tom grew up in the South and my young years were spread all over the country thanks to Dad’s Air Force career. I’ll begin with my experiences and relate how they fit...
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My Certificate of Baptism shows that I was baptized in the Holy Family Catholic Church in Lisbon Falls, Maine on July 20, 1941. That made me 3 ½ months old as I was born April 8th of that year. My God Parents were my Uncle Joseph Frederick Witham, my...
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At the stroke of midnight my husband held me in his arms and expressed his love for me. We had been reflecting all day on the wonder of this millennium year with the help of ABC News coverage of world-wide celebrations. He let a few minutes elapse then handed me...
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I have seemed to find answers to life’s perplexities by walking in “Godly places”. Just where do we find such places? They are all around us! As a child I enjoyed walking down streams of water that flowed from concrete drains that were used to keep the streets from flooding...
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Adelbert Ross Crosby, Jr. was the first child and only son of an impatient and cantankerous man whose main virtues were to teach “Bert” a lifelong love of mechanical equipment and of guns for their deer hunting expeditions. Bert openly expressed love for his mother and respect for his father. ...
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Writing this story hopefully will help me to finally overcome the injury to my inner “creative child”. Who would have thought that a casual comment could have caused so much pain! This happened in 1958—my senior year at Sacred Heart Academy. The teacher was Sister Mary Columba, a nun...
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When Rita was a young teen, she probably had a fairly carefree life as her mother, Zoe Bellocq, was a free spirited French woman who married an adoring Irishman, Mathew Hogan. Parties, picnics, and playing cards were no strangers to their home. He even allowed Zoe to brew her own...
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