Last week when David Bowie died, it was sad. Like the end of an era sad. I had a sense of sadness that had to do as much with time passing and an acknowledgment of my own aging as it … Continue reading
Category Archives: Growing Up
Happy birthday to my Dad
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Today is my Dad’s birthday. If he were alive he would be over 100 years old. He’s been gone a long time but my memories of him live on as vividly as if he were still here. He was generally a homebody … Continue reading
The bingo ladies of old | Tess Tales
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My mother was a hoot. June Cleaver with a dash of the crazy and a little of Maude. You have to be of a certain age to remember those TV programs but you can click if you want to know … Continue reading
I won’t grow up!
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Don’t wanna grow up! Never! Sometimes I am amazed at how childish I can be. You know…the eye rolls in back of someone or the dramatics performed where the person can’t exactly see them but has a sense they are … Continue reading
Aging, another sign
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Back when I was much younger, I thoroughly enjoyed magazines. I loved the fashion rags with their fabulous clothes. They gave me dreams and fantasies and sometimes stole my paycheck. I loved the home and garden magazines too. There were … Continue reading
This one is for my Dad and my family
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Today is my Dad’s birthday. If he were alive he would be over 100 years old. He’s been gone a long time but my memories of him live on as vividly as if he were still here. He was generally a homebody … Continue reading
Happy 4th of July!
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July 4th always meant family. All through my childhood, there was a big shindig on the 4th with all the relatives. When they were going on and I was young and stupid (wanting to be older), I didn’t really appreciate … Continue reading
Discussions from the think tank
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Last week my exercise group got a little rowdy. I am there to exercise so I usually just keep on working and watch the other ladies get worked up rather than worked out. These things always start with a totally … Continue reading
A different kind of pickle maker | Tess Tales
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When I was young my mother canned a lot of food. She had a garden and preserved as much as she could. Her freezer was in the refrigerator and measured a foot square so freezing wasn’t an option. We had to … Continue reading
The baton has been passed
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There is a new torch-bearer — someone who is worthy of protecting the Holy Grail. What is the Holy Grail you ask? My mother’s strudel recipe! My mother was a great cook. She came from a line of women who … Continue reading
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