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Learning about boys

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Seems to me I never had a boyfriend in grade school or high school. Crushes, yes indeed, but I was never flirty or cute, was never asked to “go steady” or even date. How could a country girl go out on a date anyhow? We couldn’t drive cars and, of course, couldn’t go out with boys old enough to drive. Read More»

Missing Roy already

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The tribe lost another of its giants last Wednesday, and we are all diminished by his passing.

Roy Henson was 81 when he was felled apparently by a massive heart attack, at home in Peachtree City.

If you wonder why you’d never heard of him, it’s just that there are only so many hats a man can wear at one time. I don’t think that any two obituaries that have published since last Wednesday had exactly the same list. Read More»

Fall camping stories

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Even though the sun blinded us if we sat on the wrong side of the line of tables scattered around the campfire, the conversations were low and lulling. Most of our group are (or were once, having moved) church friends, and many have air line or FAA or travel stories to recite in turn.

Conversations like these get spoken around a fire pit as the night-cooled breezes fill in the spaces between us and it’s so tempting to close the eyes and doze for a moment. Read More»

Belated thanks part II

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Here are a few more messages you have sent me in response to something you saw in this column, edited for space and anonymity. Sorry I have to pass by some good words, but there is so much I want to thank you for. Maybe later.

A local confessed gadget-lover empathized when I wrote of my love/hate relationship with electronic correspondence. “Four solid years of heartbreak ensued,” he/she commented.

“Three times I have lost everything…EVERYTHING…from my planner (but hey, I’m savin’ hundreds of dollars. Read More»

Belated thanks to readers part one

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Searching for an archived column last week, I turned up a number of them with a comment attached. Most were friendly and/or informative, a few were negative, still fewer puzzled me – I couldn’t tell whether they were for or “agin.”

To all of you who have responded to the column, for or “agin,” thank you so much. Here are some of the comments I’ve received, edited for space, and I’m not using names. Read More»

London, Paris, Rome, and…?

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There are so many interesting places to visit in the world, and life is so short, one wonders how to choose.

There are those who believe travel should begin and end in their native land, thus depriving selves and families of the rest of it. And there are those who travel only in faraway places on the assumption that they can always travel “locally” when their health or money runs out. Read More»

Healing began on 9/11 2001

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In all of our lives, no matter how young we are now or how much longer we have to go, we will always be hearing new stories from Sept.11, 2001. This is largely a reprise on my column following that date.

First let me tell you what I learned about St. Paul’s Chapel, situated directly across Lower Broadway from the World Trade Center. Before the sun set on September 11, I heard news stories speculating that St. Paul’s – so close to Ground Zero – must have been destroyed. Read More»

Homemade Apple Pepper Pie

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How do you think we get new recipes?

Many of us use the recipe for another reader’s great-grandmother’s special chili sauce when she sent it to a magazine competition.

Or Grandpa’s Norwegian Christmas grog that the children should not be offered. Or we have a family classic recipe of renown simply because of a misprint in the directions.

When these became family kitchen secrets they may owe to the fact that they contain a drop of spirits that no one wants to admit. Besides, that just adds to the mystique. Read More»

Company gone

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This is the column intended to wrap up our summer travelogue, complaining gently about six loads of wash, mostly bedding, finally finished and folded. Dave’s such a good fellow, did his best to take up some of the inevitable burden. Because of the heat, we did not spend a lot of time outdoors when we could get almost the same experience within.

And we (or the young people) did a lot in those three weeks, in no particular order:

· Big beach and little breakers on each side of the Florida peninsula

· Okefenokee National Wildlife Refuge

· Church Read More»

Not a good situation

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It was the kind of situation you think could never happen to you.

Believe me, it could.

I had not planned on going swimming in the Gulf last week. Women my age don’t need to show off the veins and bruises of their scrawny bird legs on the beach. But it was the evening before we were due to leave Anna Maria Island, and just dark enough to hide the scars on legs that had 75 years of hard use. There were very few other vacationers on the sugar-fine beach, and no threatening sun. Read More»

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