Tag: memoir
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Musings On Growing Up a Mid-20th Century Girl
1950s: Everyone argued with each other as the relentless heat irritated the entire family. Dad finally cried, “Enough!” and moved the TV set to a large window facing the backyard. We marched outside, set up lawn chairs facing the screen, and passed bowls of popcorn, hoping the minutest breeze would relieve the heat and humidity. “Great…
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Clueless on the Mexican Boardwalk
I felt hot, sweaty, and exhausted after spending hours in the Mexican sun. I tried to stay in the shade and undercover, but the searing heat and the sun‘s southern rays pierced my pallid North American winter skin. Seeking relief, I strolled into a store on the Malecon – the Boardwalk – presenting a particularly…
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Memories of a Manhattan Christmas
My childhood Christmas memories center on my aunt and uncle’s Manhattan apartment, overflowing with relatives, holiday trappings, and delicious food. But before the festivities began, my family had to travel to Manhattan. We lived on Long Island, normally an hour’s drive from Manhattan. Nothing was normal about driving on Christmas Day. New York City roads…
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All in the Family Changing Christmas Traditions
The holidays conjure up memories of celebrations past – good ones, some not so positive, others we prefer to forget. This particular memory should most likely be left behind. The phone rang one December evening. “Hi, can I talk to Stevie?” I recognized my brother-in-law Will’s voice and began to search the house for my…
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Long Day’s Journey through the Night
The holiday season stirs memories of seasons past. This is a story of one holiday trip my family experienced years ago. Disclaimer: No apologies if family and friends who accompanied me on this journey challenge my version of events. Hour 1 Christmas vacation offered a perfect time to visit aging relatives and younger cousins in…
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An Inconsequential 1960s Memory
Do You Remember This Iconic 1960s Musical Performer and the TV Event that Rocketed him to Fame? There are certain events, personal and public, that are remembered forever. We can recall them immediately and, no matter how young or old at the time, the occasions become imprinted permanently in our minds. Many of the major…
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Musings of a Mature Belly Dancer
My dance experience begins at the tender age of four. My mother enrolled me in a ballet class. I spent an hour a week pirouetting and spinning. There was a recital at the end of the year – my first and last public appearance as a dancer for decades. Imagine a line of a dozen…
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Comfort Foods for Troubling Times
I ruined my diet this week. I prepared a favorite dish – tuna noodle casserole. Another night I made baked ziti lathered in three cheeses. I went out to lunch and stuffed myself with fish and chips. Comfort foods. I have no one to blame but myself for slipping off the healthy food wagon. I…
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Every Year Older But Not Wiser
By the time my birthday arrived each year, school was out. No cupcakes for my elementary school class, no ribbon corsages in junior high, no friends to celebrate with as they scattered…somewhere. June birthdays are often relegated to second-tier status, shoved to the background, subordinate to end-of-school events, graduations, weddings, and the onset of summer…
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The Start of My Driving History with Cars
I began writing a blog post about my trip to the Baltic countries this summer, but got sidetracked when I walked to the drugstore a couple of blocks from my house for some much-needed toilet paper and a Starbucks Frappuccino (but I digress…). Situated in front of the store was the stunning vehicle pictured below. In…