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    MOTHER’S HEALING HANDS
    Sandra Pugh I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again. Cell phones, while a great convenience, are every better at generating funny stories for this column. I’ve got two recent great examples. My ol’ New Mexico buddy, Albie Kirky, and his better half stopped by for a one-day fishing trip on their way to visit Mrs. Kirky’s mother in eastern Iowa. As usual, we...
    by at May 13th, 2012 at 09:05 pm
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    A TRIBUTE TO PHYLLIS
    Sandra Pugh One day I was working in my salon and I received a phone call from a woman who had been given my phone number by one of my hairdresser friends. My friend and I would usually send some of our customers to each other if we were going to be off work. This time my friend had no idea how this simple recommendation would change my life. The woman’s name was Phyllis...
    by at May 6th, 2012 at 02:05 pm
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    May Baskets
    Sandra Pugh Sitting in a kitchen decorated with pink and brown wallpaper, was a 1950’s chrome table with the pink marbleized top. It had six chairs and they were all covered with vinyl that was the same marbleized pink. The top of the table was strewn with construction paper, glue, ribbons, flowers, candy, and little pieces of paper. It was the first of May and I was...
    by at April 30th, 2012 at 07:04 am
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    THE NUTCRACKER’S ADVENTURE
    Sandra Pugh My shopping buddy is the number one Elvis fan in the world. There isn’t anything Elvis that she does not love. But she hates Nutcrackers as much as she loves Elvis. She has never seen a Nutcracker that she likes. I made a point of showing Nutcrackers to her every time we were Christmas shopping last year and she hated every one of them. I kept saying, “I...
    by at April 22nd, 2012 at 05:04 pm
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    CHILDREN’S HAIRCUTS
    Sandra Pugh The first salon I worked in, after beauty school, was in Macksville. The salon sat on the east side of Main Street. Next door to the north of the salon was the barber shop and on the south was a ceramic shop and then south of that was the soda fountain. The walls were so thin, in the long row of connected buildings; you could hear things that went on next door...
    by at April 16th, 2012 at 07:04 am
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    Seventh Grade
    Sandra Pugh Seventh grade was probably one of, if not my favorite year in grade school. The fashion that year was dresses with full skirts. Most of mine had a tight midriff and then a full circle skirt. All the girls wore can-cans so they stood out. The only down side was Mom made me wear saddle oxfords and I hated them because they were so heavy and clunky and the other...
    by at April 8th, 2012 at 11:04 am
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    WHISPERS FROM A HIDDEN GRAVE
    Sandra Pugh John Wentworth sat in the rocker by the fire as he cleaned the old rifle that always hung over the fireplace. It was the one he left for Mary to use for protection when he was away. He had cleaned and oiled it thoroughly and the stock was shiny and the barrel gleamed. John had owned this gun as long as he could remember. It needed a little work because the...
    by at April 1st, 2012 at 08:04 pm
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    GETTING EVEN WITH DAD
    Sandra Pugh In the beginning, Dad did all his own shopping and continued to shop for us kids until we were married and away from home, then it became mom’s job. But when I became old enough to shop, Dad made me do the shopping for all my mom’s presents. It didn’t matter if it was anniversary, birthday or Christmas; I was the one out shopping. Sometimes he would tell...
    by at March 25th, 2012 at 09:03 pm
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    A GAME OF CROQUET WITH DAD
    Sandra Pugh The weekends that we went to Bucklin to see my husband’s parents we always went through Macksville on the way home to see my parents. We’d have supper with them and during the summer when it got dark later, we were usually not in a big hurry to get home. Sometimes when we drove into the drive at my parent’s house we could see the Croquet wickets set up...
    by at March 18th, 2012 at 10:03 pm
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    THE FENDER BENDER
    Sandra Pugh My Dad’s favorite statement was “If I don’t like a person, I don’t tease them”. Well, Dad teased my husband unmercifully from the time we were married until he passed away 3 years later at the age of 52. The first meal we ate with my folks after we were married, my Dad managed to stick my husband’s thumb into the mashed potatoes when he reached...
    by at March 10th, 2012 at 06:03 pm
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