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DeAnne Spicer Todd – tales from the quarter
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Tales from the quarter. Tales from the quarter. Author: DeAnne Spicer Todd. February 8, 2017. By DeAnne Spicer Todd. I thought if I could climb high enough in the tree I could escape the fire. I was right! The tree wasn’t burning! But, it was so hot I guess I got cooked. Climbing up was a pretty good idea. Suppose I would have lived if it wasn’t for the heat. August 11, 2016. By DeAnne Spicer Todd. The Man With the Top Hat. Told in the Garden District. August 10, 2016. By DeAnne Spicer Todd. I am a pirate.
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The Pirate – tales from the quarter
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Tales from the quarter. Tales from the quarter. August 10, 2016. By DeAnne Spicer Todd. Told on Bourbon Street. I am a pirate. I sailed with Lafitte. When I boarded in N’awlins. I had both my feet. When we got to Barbados I had just one leg. Back in N’awlins I walk on a peg. Not sorry I went had the time of my life. Left my left in a fight. But came back with a wife. The Man With the Top Hat. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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July 2016 – tales from the quarter
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Tales from the quarter. Tales from the quarter. July 19, 2016. July 19, 2016. By DeAnne Spicer Todd. Told in The Garden District. I put the poison in her cup. I swear I did. He loved me before she came between us. I guess I drank out of the wrong cup so now it’s me that’s dead. Damn, I’ll have to think of another plan. Oh! I know, I won’t leave and they will have to reach through me to touch each other. It will become so tiresome and difficult and they won’t understand why! July 14, 2016. July 12, 2016.
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The Man With the Top Hat – tales from the quarter
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Tales from the quarter. Tales from the quarter. August 11, 2016. By DeAnne Spicer Todd. The Man With the Top Hat. Told in the Garden District. Christina was my wife. She died in this house, long after I did, of old age. She was ready to move on so she decided she didn’t need to stay here in New Orleans. She said she lived without me for so many years she could manage being dead without me too. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Josephine – tales from the quarter
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Tales from the quarter. Tales from the quarter. July 14, 2016. By DeAnne Spicer Todd. Told in Jackson Square. I will throw myself in the Mississippi if I have to marry him. Either way I’ll die, but at least at the bottom of the river I won’t be sad. This horrible white dress would drag me down. I’m sure of it. Don’t make me go in that church! Ave Maria – I don’t think so. God is not looking after me either. I know. I’ll bide my time and make sure it’s him ends up at the bottom of the river.
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Babbling Brooks: April 2013
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Our Life As We Head To Montana and Beyond. Sunday, April 28, 2013. There is no Place Like HOME. This great lady is my Mom (she just turned 93 this week) who let us live with her while we were waiting to move back into our home. We can't thank her enough for her generosity in letting us invade her home and her privacy. Mom with her new Great-Granddaughter Brighton Evy Brooks (Mark and Michelle's). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). There is no Place Like HOME. View my complete profile. Robert and Susan Larsen.
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Babbling Brooks: February 2013
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Our Life As We Head To Montana and Beyond. Wednesday, February 13, 2013. I love her smile, when you see it you can't help but smile also. Even when she lost her hair she is a beauty with class and style. Cherie with her cute sisters. Saturday, February 9, 2013. A little update on Jack and a big update on our blog. Just before the program started. Her and her Dad. We are so glad we could be a part of this great day. Love you McKinley! View from Mom's basement at the beginning of the storm. View out the fr...
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Babbling Brooks: August 2012
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Our Life As We Head To Montana and Beyond. Wednesday, August 22, 2012. Awhile back a man in our town passed away. He had worked all his life on ranches. I loved his hat, shows a lot of hard work. What they took the casket in. The procession going up Main Street to the cemetery. The casket on the way to the cemetery. Fellow Rancher riding for the finally time with a friend. Tuesday, August 14, 2012. Saturday, August 4, 2012. Travis Jacobson, John Power and Paul Mager. Claire and Allissa Christianson.
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Babbling Brooks: " May The Lusty Month of May"
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Our Life As We Head To Montana and Beyond. Thursday, June 5, 2014. May The Lusty Month of May". They had these on their trees, this one was my favorite, felt like a fairy garden. Th most fun about the trip was getting to know the kids a little better. Zachary is always busy, but he doesn't have to be entertained. He entertains himself. He is like his Uncle Mark and always making some kind of noise. Such a happy boy. One of the afternoons we got a rare rain storm. If you look close you can see the dro...
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January 2017 – I Rise Project
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I rise for all Americans. Tales from the quarter. The Not So Empty Nest. Blah Blah Blah DeAnne. January 15, 2017. January 15, 2017. The real answer finally came- Everything. Every. F@#%ing. Thing. I have been the equivalent of a child with her fingers in her ears yelling, LA LA LA LA I can’t hear you! After I realized this I could sense my Grammy Lu from beyond the grave throw her hands up in the air and yell, Praise Goddess! What has this man done to our national psyche already? Blog at WordPress.com.