Category: Memories

SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY

SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY

As a child, I watched my Grandmother stich and sew, employing her hands to good effect creating beautiful and useful hand work. The fruits of her labors … the quilts and pillows and aprons and tablecloths and tea towels and dresses … were woven into the fabric of my life. Some, like the tablecloths, were…

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Tuscan Memoir

Tuscan Memoir

Memory can be a slick shyster … a Monte Bank adept at shuffling our recollection of events, be they ghastly or awesome. Really gruesome events remain vivid for a time and then, if we are lucky, fade and lose their sharp edges. They are no less powerful, but their grip eases as our lives move…

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SMALL STEPS

SMALL STEPS

Our house in Iowa City… the house of my early childhood … had front porch steps, back-porch steps, and a side door stoop.  But in addition, there were what Mom called the sidewalk steps. These were the three small steps leading up from the sidewalk to the front walk. I have since found they are…

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Mediterranean Dream

Mediterranean Dream

In the midst of our cold New England winter, with snow and ice framing every view, I dream of Italy and the south of France. Like the memory of sun-drenched childhood, they are forever warm and alive in their colors.  

Valentine’s Day Wishes

Valentine’s Day Wishes

This is a little reminder of Valentine’s Days in the past when a dear friend always sent his wishes signed xxx   love n’ stuff He has been been gone for many years now … another valiant warrior that fought in the cancer wars. I always remember him on this day and wanted you all to…

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On Trains and Childhood Memories

On Trains and Childhood Memories

This is something like the image that I had thought to work up into a painting. It is from a memory of being about five years old, and walking with my brother David, to see the RR tracks that ran behind our house in Iowa City. As I recall, it was just beyond the rhubarb…

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BAD HAIR

BAD HAIR

Going to the hairdresser to get your hair done has much in common with going to the dentist in that you sit in a strange and flexible chair covered with a bib, and put a lot of trust in a relative stranger’s ability to achieve a positive outcome. Thankfully the dentist has Novocain to ease…

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HERE’S THE DRILL

HERE’S THE DRILL

Don’t you just love going to the dentist? I have to say that mine is a really nice guy and I have never been too fraught over my regular visits for cleaning and x-rays. However, I do admit to feeling a twinge of anxiety every time I go. What, I ask myself, will they find…

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