Summer With The Siblings

My firefighter son always comes north (from Florida) to visit at least once a year. He arrived this week, which means that three of my kids and myself are sharing space in this small house. We are on top of each other inside, but the weather has been fairly good – if you call 80’s […]

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My Grandfather

I didn’t grow up in a family that did a lot of talking to each other.  In fact it saddens me that I know so little about the history of my grandparents. My grandmother’s mother (and maybe her father?) came from Denmark.  My grandmother worked in the mill and my grandfather was a mailman.  He […]

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