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Apologies for Many Nonesense Emails from My Blog
Having decided to get back to working on my blog, I have been trying to upgrade it. In the process, unbeknownst to me, I was creating demo posts — they always show text in Latin — and those demo posts were being published on my Blog. Yesterday afternoon, Paul asked me what all the emails…
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Journal Quilting #2
For the past month, I’ve been grabbing as much time to work in my sewing studio as I could grab away from working at DG – not much time – but it’s a step in the right direction. What got me started was a conversation at WOW, a small group of art quilters that I’ve…
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Return to My Blog: First Quilt Journal Post
After a hiatus of more than two years, I have returned to my blog. I haven’t sewn much during that time, either. Mostly I worked on LWR Disaster quilts at the church and sewing scraps into blocks for LWR quilt tops. Finally, I have gotten the urge to return to my own work, both the…
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Quonochontaug
For over 15 years, Paul and I have been privileged to visit friends in Quonochontaug, Rhode Island. Their beach house has been a fabulous respite for us over these years: for Paul to fish; for both of us to walk on the beach, kayak in Ninigret salt pond, on the Pawcatuck River and on the ocean;…
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WWII Memories #1
Norwich was a pretty typical New England rural town when I grew up. Although World War II was a huge event in our country and had many repercussions on everyone at home and abroad, I didn’t feel it as anything extraordinary. Certainly I didn’t notice any privations. I was, after all, only a year old…
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Downsizing #2
True to our word, we are digging in and making a terrible mess, sorting our stuff and getting rid of boxes and boxes of it. It is truly embarrassing that we have this much of everything — enough that we can “toss out” much more than many people ever have. To be fair, we have accumulated this…
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The House at the End of Cliff Street
I grew up in the house at the end of Cliff Street in Norwich. It wasn’t meant to be a house when it was first built – that is, in 1931, my parents and a carpenter built a garage that my folks planned to “camp out” in for a few years. Then, they thought, they…
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Downsizing #1 — Memories from Negatives
Last summer, my husband Paul and I bought a condominium in Norwich with the plan to move there in the summer of 2018. We gave ourselves a year to sort through all our “stuff,” to distribute (toss out?) much of it, and to get our house in shape to sell. That year started January 2017,…
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Skiing in The Ford Sayre Program in the 1940’s
The new snow last week got us out on skis again just as we had thought that the cross country ski season was over. At the very same time, going through old family albums, I came across some early days of skiing in Norwich and the Ford Sayre ski carnivals. Norwich was one of the…
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My First Best Friend: Kit
I visited my first best friend, Kit Barrett Tillinghast, in Burlington, Vermont, yesterday in a nursing home. She’s there because she has hydrocephalus – or as she says, water on the brain. It causes instability in walking, dementia, and other side effects. She is quite upbeat and open about her situation which is that she…
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