Wendy-Jean View larger image After a weekend of salty sea air and sumptuous seafood, we are refreshed and ready for anything that may come our way. Wednesday, Flo will be discharged from Rivercrest and Diane will move her ( I’m in charge of the TV) back to Concord Park. We expect a rousing welcome from […]
Adam sent me this photograph about a month ago. This river to be is now all river. View larger image Matt is on Spring Break in Florida and we are going to be in Chatham on the Cape until Monday. No computer access and no updates unless the Benedict Arnold Twins, Adam and Dan, chime […]
When you read this remember when my grandmother was born – a long time ago – and where she grew up – the southwestern part of Missouri. Helen and I are waiting to see her liver doctor. “What do you see?†I held up my fingernails. “You’re not anemic.†“That’s right. And do you remember […]
Chris is tall and his grey hair, parted on one side, complements his blue eyes as if it were dyed to match. He looks like he could be Ted Kennedy’s son, and when he told me his mother knew Ted, I thought, okay. “I don’t need much, a couple 1×8’s of quarter-sawn white oak.†As […]
The Big Picture
Begin here for new photos and integrated pics with rakkity’s travelogue across the pond. At the bottom of the page is a link to Chapter II – new pics, a new story. It’s 4:30 AM and I am on my way home. Given the hour I lose, I hope to be in Acton by 11 […]
Helen, after her first office visit, admiring her flowers. Yesterday reminded me of one of the camping group’s fall bushwhacks through the Maine woods. We have a plan, a view, we have a destination, a mountain top, but we never quite get there. A rocky outcrop, an opening through the trees, a glimpse of the […]
Jennifer When my grandmother died in a two car accident at around age 75, my family was pretty convinced that she had desired her death, and I decided that the uninjured teenage driver of the other car deserved to know that. My family agreed, and (partly since it was my idea, and partly since I […]
As I sit here my mother tells me stories. Because “here‚†is at her fabulous new computer, I try to write them down as fast as she speaks, but I get behind. She’s a terrific story teller with a scary memory, and if I could keep up, I’d have no editing to do. Today, I’m […]
We enjoyed another active day. Jeff helped me pull the cap off the back of my truck so I could wax underneath it and wash those impossible-to-get-to windows where the front of the cap faces the back of the truck (yes, I am running out of things to fix and polish). After breakfast, and after […]
We’d just finished breakfast and my mother, the only person I know who enjoys the past more than I, asked me, “Do you remember the Brady’s, next door in Cincinnati?†“Of course I do. There was Cassie, Roger and John and their parents, Rommie and Gordon. I remember the camper Gordon made from plans – […]
“Helen, do you remember WildRoot Cream-oil?†“It sounds familiar. Do you mean Brylcreem?†“No, WildRoot Cream-oil. Brylcreem came after it.†“That was oily wasn’t it?†“Those old time radio shows, that I’ve been listening to on CD, play the original commercials. I remember that stuff. Can you imagine smearing something on your hair that they […]