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Nellie Laine -- On Little Scraps of Paper: I Am the One
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On Little Scraps of Paper. A place to share my writing. I Am the One. I Am the One. I am the one sobbing uncontrollably, collapsed in a crumpled heap on the hospital bed. I am the one with an empty womb and empty arms. I am the one who saw the fleeting look of total despair in my husband's eyes as he cradled me in his arms and we sobbed together. I am the one who watched the sorrow wash over my parents as they learned that their first grandchild had lived only 15 hours. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Nellie Laine -- On Little Scraps of Paper: Have you ever?
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On Little Scraps of Paper. A place to share my writing. Have you ever watched a life unravel? You notice it first around the edges as details slip between the threads. The checkbook no longer balances. Accidents happen and there are no explanations. Appointments are forgotten and recipes fail. Familiar faces and their stories become strange. Your loved one slowly fades away. Hugs are exchanged without warmth. Conversation is like weaving without a loom. Have you ever watched a life unravel? I began this ...
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Nellie Laine -- On Little Scraps of Paper: Going to Grandma's for Christmas
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On Little Scraps of Paper. A place to share my writing. Going to Grandma's for Christmas. Going to Grandma’s for Christmas (1950’s). It’s time to go to Grandma’s house. When I was in grade school, we went to my Grandparents’ house in Torrington, Wyoming for Christmas. On the 24th Daddy would do the chores. Early but it would always be dark when we left the ranch 10 miles south of Alliance. And, it was. We were always the last to arrive at Grandma’s. My cousins from California, if they came, wou...Is my s...
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Nellie Laine -- On Little Scraps of Paper: July 2015
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On Little Scraps of Paper. A place to share my writing. Have you ever watched a life unravel? You notice it first around the edges as details slip between the threads. The checkbook no longer balances. Accidents happen and there are no explanations. Appointments are forgotten and recipes fail. Familiar faces and their stories become strange. Your loved one slowly fades away. Hugs are exchanged without warmth. Conversation is like weaving without a loom. Have you ever watched a life unravel? I began this ...
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Nellie Laine -- On Little Scraps of Paper: My Place
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On Little Scraps of Paper. A place to share my writing. In the bedroom of my childhood. With the twin beds, each next to a window,. Two small dressers and two yellow chairs from Mexico,. I breathe in the fresh air because the windows are open to catch the evening breezes. I think of summer and freedom when I remember our room and its ceiling papered with yellow roses, where my sister and I dreamed of these days when we are “grown up.”. Excerpted from Class Exercises). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Nellie Laine -- On Little Scraps of Paper: Old Bill
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On Little Scraps of Paper. A place to share my writing. A Person from my childhood. Bill was the year around hired man on the ranch for about 15 years. He was about the same age as Daddy but he seemed older. He always wore bib overalls. Daddy wore levis. He stuttered a bit when he got excited or had a drink or two. Bill seemed to be quite content taking his meals with the family,. Sleeping in the two room bunk house. Which featured a wood burning stove. And a sink with a hand pump and an outhouse. Some i...
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Nellie Laine -- On Little Scraps of Paper: Sisters by Marriage
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On Little Scraps of Paper. A place to share my writing. Sisters by marriage;. Sharing family, name. Sisters by marriage,. Two or three mothers. Sisters by marriage,. Let's meet at the park. Sisters by marriage,. Let's all go shopping,. My turn to drive. Sisters by marriage,. Thanksgiving at my house,. Sisters by marriage,. Sisters by marriage,. Sharing laughter and tears,. Sisters by marriage;. Sharing family, name. Dedicated to my Mother, Aunt Max and Aunt Jesse and Lauretta, Kathryn and Clara May.).
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Nellie Laine -- On Little Scraps of Paper: Chickens and Ducks
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On Little Scraps of Paper. A place to share my writing. The Mother Instinct aka Chickens and Ducks. One day my sister and I heard a loud, frantic squawking coming from the area of the pond created by the overflow of the barnyard windmill and tank. Thinking it was probably a water snake threatening the ducklings, we ran to the rescue. Mothering is universal. With my adopted children I have found myself in both these incidents. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. I began this blog...
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Nellie Laine -- On Little Scraps of Paper: December 2014
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On Little Scraps of Paper. A place to share my writing. A Person from my childhood. Bill was the year around hired man on the ranch for about 15 years. He was about the same age as Daddy but he seemed older. He always wore bib overalls. Daddy wore levis. He stuttered a bit when he got excited or had a drink or two. Bill seemed to be quite content taking his meals with the family,. Sleeping in the two room bunk house. Which featured a wood burning stove. And a sink with a hand pump and an outhouse. ItR...
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Nellie Laine -- On Little Scraps of Paper: October 2014
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On Little Scraps of Paper. A place to share my writing. A Pleasant Sunday Afternoon. A Pleasant Sunday Afternoon. My sister-in-law, Kathryn, and I are very good friends but we rarely have the time we’d like to just sit and visit. However, we fondly remember a pleasant Sunday afternoon in the early 1970’s that was idyllic. (The time frame is important to the story.). The Broncos are on.” And, he changed channels and checked the progress of the game before returning to the game outside. Kathryn and I had e...
