Tag Archives: Growing Up

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Old Handwritten Recipes

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You should never trust an old recipe that doesn’t have a few stains or some food smeared on it.  If it’s not dirty or well-worn, then it probably wasn’t used very often to begin with and isn’t worth the effort to make. Continue reading Old Handwritten Recipes →

Feel Good, Heartwarming

Aunt B’s Pictures

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I was working in Aunt B’s basement yesterday, and she followed me down the stairs and began rummaging through some boxes, looking at old pictures.  The more that I looked, the more that I was amazed. Continue reading Aunt B’s Pictures →

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House Painter for Hire

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Back before the days of OSHA, on a 32-foot extension ladder far, far away, a young man took his first steps up the ladder for a short career as a house painter.

I was in-between jobs, to the point of being desperate for gas money.  Not Mad Max desperate, but pretty close.  A friend told me of a friend who had his own little painting business and that he was looking for some temporary help during the summertime. Continue reading House Painter for Hire →

Heartwarming

Dinner Time

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On almost every Sunday at 101 South Church Street., there was a family meal being served.  This was the home of Ralph and Emma Lambert.  Theirs was the classic Southern marriage, one that would endure over sixty-five years here on Earth.  Hard-working and living within their means, they had raised a large family in such a small house.  Work was Monday through Friday or Saturday, Church was every Sunday morning. Continue reading Dinner Time →

Funny

Small Town Speed Trap Ahead

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There was a portable speed limit sign on Spring Street today.  I registered an average score of 19 during my three trips through the 25 MPH zone because I now drive like an old lady in my old lady Buick.  But it got me to thinking. Continue reading Small Town Speed Trap Ahead →