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The Older Ladies Loved My Dad
My dad owned the Skelly station in Macksville for about 5 years before he died. The station was the meeting place for the men...
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Learning to Play the Piano
Some of us learn to play the piano in grade school. We had a teacher in our little town that taught all the kids,...
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Memorial Day Traditions
Memorial Day has changed for me over the years. As a small child, when I was with my Grandmother all the time, it was...
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Men in the Salon
When I started to work as a hairdresser in the early 70's I don't think there were any men coming into the salons to...
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Grandmother’s Coffee Table
One day at Grandmothers when I was 3 years old, all had been quiet. I had been coloring in my color books, and watching...
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Sophomore Year
What a relief to go into the sophomore year in high school. We were no longer the newbie's and the bottom of the barrel...
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Cookie the Monster
If ever the statement: dynamite comes in small packages was ever true, it certainly was in the case of Cookie. Cookie was a black...
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Junior-Senior Prom
“An Evening In Paris” was the theme of our prom the year I was a junior. It was a closely guarded secret by the...
