Tag: random musings
member name: Ruth MacGill
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January 05, 2007 12:32 PM EST --
Friends, Family and Colleagues on Gather
I don’t know how many of you have had the pleasure of meeting some of my circle of friends in Gather who have entered into my world, lately. . . .
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January 09, 2007 10:25 AM EST --
I Would Really Like to Know – I Think
I have a bad habit of dashing off articles on the spur of the moment. That may be OK for light-hearted random musings, but not for memoirs, or historical . . .
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October 12, 2007 04:24 PM EDT --
Blowing in the Wind at the Horse Camp!
My new computer is set up so that the first page clues me in to what month and day it is, and the local weather conditions. The trouble is it gives me the weather . . .
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November 25, 2006 01:59 AM EST --
My Prose Wasn’t Deathless, After All
Last night I got so disgusted with my articles and myself, that I deleted all six pages of titles! They aren’t gone forever because . . .
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November 28, 2006 07:29 AM EST --
Not Rootless After All
My father bought a farm in southern Connecticut in 1928 when I was six years old. and he sold it in 1941. My childhood was spent on that farm and in retrospect it seems . . .
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February 23, 2007 08:35 PM EST --
I Chickened Out at Nursing
Back in 1940, I flunked myself out of nursing school at St. Lukes Hospital in NYC because I gave Milk of Magnesia instead of mineral oil to a patient. I decided that . . .
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December 02, 2006 10:41 AM EST --
Drat That Blue-Haired Woman!
Yesterday, on schedule at 8 AM, I set out for town in my Toyota Tacoma for my monthly supplies. Living 65 miles from major stores means you have plan ahead and make . . .
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December 20, 2006 12:32 PM EST --
Yesterday I Met a Man Named Charley Silverwater
In this small community of Boulevard, just off Interstate 8 at the highest point before the road dives down to the Anza-Borrego desert, there is . . .
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December 31, 2006 03:55 PM EST --
Resolutions?
I don’t know what good it will do, but ever hopeful, I will keep trying to do better in all things, starting by thinking positively about New Year’s Resolutions . . .
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February 10, 2007 01:14 PM EST --
My Dictionary Is Older Than I Am!
I need a new dictionary. I have two, but they won't do. I suppose I could look words up on the Internet, but I don’t because it takes too long.
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November 23, 2006 10:46 PM EST --
Well, Just One More Little Helping
How can I even be thinking of another piece of pie? After eating turkey, stuffing, potatoes, gravy galore, peas, sweet potatoes, salad, and fresh made . . .
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November 26, 2006 01:16 AM EST --
Holiday Weekend at The Horse Camp
The big horse rigs really packed in here this weekend. They started appearing as early as Tuesday and even more came the day after Thanksgiving. They camped . . .
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December 07, 2006 01:20 PM EST --
How I Got This Computer
I was a volunteer at the Gaskill Brothers Stone Store Museum for seven years. I started as the caretaker and weekend docent, but gradually volunteered my way into having . . .
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December 20, 2006 03:27 AM EST --
My Grandmother Emily
Today, I ran across some big words that needed research to get the full meaning of the article. My thrift shop dictionary, a Thorndike Barnhart, failed the test. There were . . .
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December 24, 2006 06:09 PM EST --
My Mother At Christmas
It is almost Christmas Eve, and I’ve been thinking of my mother. She was very young when she married my father who was seven years older. He came from a family that . . .
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January 04, 2007 01:57 AM EST --
I Bet Even Pollyanna Was A Grouch, Sometimes!
I want to bitch, vent, let off steam, grouch, whine and complain for a while! Just thought I’d warn you.
But first, I have . . .
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January 09, 2007 11:49 PM EST --
Education in a One Room School reposted
This is an account of attending Plumtrees School from October 1928 through June 1935. It was a one-room school in the township of Bethel CT . . .
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February 07, 2007 12:01 PM EST --
Good Morning Mr. and Mrs. America
and All the Ships at Sea
This morning I took my recuperating dog, Smokey Joe, for a walk, just in time to catch a beautiful pink, yellow and blue sunrise. I . . .
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February 12, 2007 12:24 AM EST --
The Taming of Tiger Tom
It is a cold, rainy night and the wind is banging my metal awnings around. I am so glad not to see anymore, the wild, gray tabby cat, huddling pitifully on my windowsill . . .
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March 05, 2007 09:07 AM EST --
My Second Summer Job
Growing up, I lived on a farm in southwestern Connecticut, too far from town to try working at any job that might be available to a teenager in those days. There were . . .
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