Tag: memories
member name: dianne j.
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August 08, 2007 09:46 AM EDT --
Written March 4, 2004
My mother’s mother (Nana) came to live with us when my father went to jail. I was seven. Nana had a house back in Peabody, but no means of support. Mum thought she could use . . .
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August 22, 2007 10:26 AM EDT --
I hadn’t been living in Australia long before Tim and I started looking for a house to buy. I had never owned my own home, so I found it very exciting. That is, until we started looking. I thought . . .
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September 13, 2007 08:10 AM EDT --
My first memories of coffee are as a child. When I would ask my mother for coffee (to make me feel grown up), she would make "gray coffee" — a mixture of cream and sugar with a little coffee . . .
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June 27, 2007 10:03 AM EDT --
When I decided to leave Lansing, I chose California because it was as far away as I could drive and still be in the United States. I consulted a fault map because I wanted nothing to do with earthquakes. . . .
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August 30, 2007 02:12 PM EDT --
As my due date approached, I was both elated and exhausted. Elated because, after three miscarriages (and five years), I was finally going to have the baby I wanted so badly. Exhausted because I was the . . .
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September 20, 2007 10:22 AM EDT --
When I was in fourth grade, my mother got fed up with the Catholic school we were attending. She hadn’t been happy with the previous Catholic school either. Religion was taught by fear and intimidation. . . .
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October 03, 2007 01:54 PM EDT --
I have never used Gather as a forum for ranting, but today I am so angry, I have to let it out somewhere. The longer my mother spends in a nursing home, the more experience I have with the Medicaid system, . . .
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July 11, 2007 09:11 PM EDT --
Funerals are for the Living
Written July 11, 2007
When I was young, I hated funerals. My first experience with the death of a loved one came when my grandmother (my Sito) died the day after my 13th birthday. . . .
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December 04, 2009 10:23 PM EST --
As I approached college graduation, I started thinking more and more about the future . . . at least the immediate future. I was still working as a bartender and making enough money to support myself . . .
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August 01, 2007 12:15 PM EDT --
Carol is my sister — my older sister. She is exactly nine days older than my older brother. I always wanted an older sister and when I was 17, I finally got one.
I met Carol at Western Michigan . . .
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September 01, 2007 10:59 AM EDT --
It was late September. I had just returned from vacation when the phone call came. A friend and I had visited Seattle, then flown to Juneau to catch an 11-day cruise back to Seattle, stopping all along . . .
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September 04, 2007 10:09 AM EDT --
As I sit here in my living room, empty but for this one chair and small folding table at which I work, the words of that song keep running through my head. "Closing time. Time for you to go out . . .
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September 19, 2007 10:58 AM EDT --
I graduated from college in 1967. I didn’t graduate until December because I changed majors in my senior year. I had been studying to be a social worker, but part of my epiphany was realizing that . . .
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September 27, 2007 08:53 AM EDT --
Today is Rose's 50th birthday. She is in Rome GA to go the Southern Women Writers Conference at Berry College, where she will read one of her stories today. I thought I would take this opportunity . . .
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September 07, 2007 10:33 AM EDT --
Note: This is a companion piece to another I posted a couple of weeks ago (Home Sweet Hovel). I have spent the last two weeks trying to find good "after" pictures of the house. But with two moves . . .
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July 14, 2007 07:55 AM EDT --
Written March 15, 2004;
It was a routine gynecological exam. Just the yearly unpleasant PAP and probe. When the doctor said he thought he felt a lump in my left breast, I wasn’t overly alarmed. . . .
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September 25, 2007 03:43 PM EDT --
Jane died Saturday night. Esther and Scott died last week. Three in one week. My heart aches.
If you have a loved one in a nursing home and you visit often, you can’t help but make friends with . . .
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June 14, 2007 02:45 PM EDT --
I was raised in the Catholic church. My mother was not Catholic and my father was Catholic in name only, but in those days, if you wanted to get married in the church, the heathen partner had to promise . . .
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August 21, 2007 02:35 PM EDT --
The Great Buffalo Hunt
My sister Carol and I had been in Yellowstone National Park for almost two weeks and we hadn’t seen a buffalo. We had seen a bear on the first day. He had come up to the truck . . .
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February 06, 2008 12:17 PM EST --
When we decided that we had outgrown the house on Riley Street, my husband and I started looking for a house in the suburbs. Tim was still very picky (snobbish?) about where we lived. It had to be an . . .
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