Tag: memoir
member name: Sandy F.
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May 26, 2007 08:18 PM EDT --
We were moving from Michigan to New Mexico in a couple of months. I was 9 years old. Before we left my grandma wanted one last visit with her cousin Jessie, Jessie’s sister Gladys, . . .
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June 17, 2007 04:04 AM EDT --
My father, Alvin Ross Gillett, was born in 1920 and died in 1944. I never really knew him except for what my mother told me. He quit school at 14 when his father's neck was broken in an . . .
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January 01, 2008 10:35 PM EST --
You know the ones I mean. They can be friends or family--even partners, children, parents, anyone you might trust with your heart. They are those who come in under our radar, . . .
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March 01, 2008 06:48 PM EST --
"I gave them to my housekeeper," my mother says.
She is eighty and frail.
"Those old green beads of mine, the earrings too.
You never wear earrings."
A small thing, yet it . . .
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May 07, 2008 07:14 PM EDT --
Cream-style Corn: A Memory of my Mother
My mother was dying and we had started the sad proposition of hospice care. As a single woman of fifty-six, I worked full time, and . . .
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June 09, 2007 10:52 PM EDT --
There are . . .
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June 11, 2007 10:17 PM EDT --
Jury, our five year old Appaloosa mare was a family pet. We had moved our new mobile home seven miles north of Dolores, Colorado between the highway and the Dolores River. Because it was winter and difficult . . .
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June 11, 2007 10:30 PM EDT --
Mashed Potatoes and Other Thoughts
I don't eat mashed potatoes in restaurants if I can help it. I never order them and I don't eat them if they are served as a vegetable side. Their smooth, ultra . . .
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September 02, 2007 01:48 PM EDT --
It was on this day in 1945 that Japan formally surrendered to the United States, marking the end of World War II. It was a gray, overcast day. The surrender took place on the USS Missouri in Tokyo Bay, . . .
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June 11, 2007 10:05 PM EDT --
Among my most precious keepsakes are two small dolls, with porcelain heads, arms, and legs, and hand-made bodies. Despite sewing all her life, Great Aunt Hattie was no seamstress. . . .
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June 21, 2007 06:53 PM EDT --
My family fell easily into gathering on the front porch every evening after the supper dishes. I was eleven. It was the summer of 1951, after our New Mexico home was completed. We left a soft light burning . . .
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March 23, 2008 02:04 PM EDT --
In Frijoles Canyon
Anasazi cliff dwelling ruins
An ancient wind blows
across Puye Cliffs
whispering in the piles . . .
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January 07, 2008 08:34 PM EST --
In the fading light
of this winter day, I unpack
the first of many boxes
returned after seven years.
The pictures grab me
by the throat, a weak
sound emerges unwelcome, . . .
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June 09, 2007 10:29 PM EDT --
It was directly after the second world war, my friend, Sonya, said. She had ridden it out in Holland and then in Germany. She was eighteen when it was over and the hard times, she hoped, . . .
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January 01, 2008 10:11 PM EST --
Perhaps I don't remember the uneventful times that I walked home for lunch, but I remember two really bad times. Once, in first grade, a black cocker spaniel dog menaced me as I . . .
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December 15, 2007 09:29 PM EST --
A rocking chair, just three year old size, plays Silent Night as it slowly rocks.
A big blue Spruce, topped with angel in white and soft warm light,
silver tinsel, shining bright, clear . . .
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May 15, 2008 01:05 PM EDT --
SACRIFICE
On Memorial Day
when others put out flags
and march and speak
I listen silently
through tears
and think of hands
whose touch I can't recall
from . . .
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May 26, 2007 08:35 PM EDT --
I Miss the Little Things
Dear Daddy,
I'm stuck with my four year old
version of you in the moonlight
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May 30, 2007 05:31 PM EDT --
My spirit soars whenever I achieve true communication with another person. That’s why I write—I hope that someday someone will say “your writing touched me and I understand you . . .
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