Chasing Grace

This is one of the very first photos of myself in New England, my new home. When I first moved here, Paul had fun showing me around. We lived in Rhode Island at the time, but Boston was a favorite destination. I remember falling in love with this grand, beautiful old city.
This was taken on […]

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Wow! This blogpost brought me some very clear memories.
Remember when I wrote about the tree in front of my grandparent’s house? The Handy Market, on the corner of Magnolia Drive and Buena Vista Street, is just around the corner and half a block from that house. My grandparents lived on Frederic Street about halfway between […]

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When we were living in Rhode Island, I worked for a while in Providence. Among the things I found fascinating about the city were these masks.
They adorn the side of a building that houses the Trinity Repertory Company. When I first saw them I thought they were Janus Masks, but they are identical. Perhaps whoever […]

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I hated school with a passion. When it was finally summer, I was probably the happiest kid you’d ever want to meet. I was thinking back today on what summer was like for me as a kid. It all sort of runs together in my memory into one big summer.
Here are some highlights:

Kittens all over […]

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During one of the more dysfunctional periods in my family history, we were all returning to California after a year or so living in Georgia. ‘We’ meaning my little brother, my parents and me. We made the journey in a tiny orange ’something-or-other’. It wasn’t a hatchback but it was about as small as one.
I […]

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I miss having a porch.
This was the apartment where we lived before we moved to Milford. We had the third floor apartment. The building was pretty run down, but it had a great porch. In the warmer months, I’d spend mornings out here with my coffee. In the afternoons I’d spend time with a good […]

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I remember when I was a kid, we lived with my grandparents (my father’s parents) for a while. They had a beautiful pine tree in their front yard, and I used to climb it. This drove my mom nuts, because the tree was about thirty feet tall, and I would climb as high as I […]

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I was very close to my grandparents on my mother’s side. My Papa was Scots-Irish and my Nana was German. They were wonderful people, fun and full of life and love. I learned a lot from both of them. It’s a sad fact that as they grew older, I grew into […]

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