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Moonrose Meanderings by Elizabeth Munroz: May 08, 2015
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Make yourself at home. Put your feet up. Grab your favorite beverage and prepare to enjoy the reads. Your Mother Is Always With You. Your Mother Is Always With You. My Grandson and Me. Your mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves. As you walk down the street. She's the smell of bleach in. Your freshly laundered socks. She's the cool hand on your. Brow when you're not well. Your mother lives inside. Your laughter. She's crystallized. In every tear drop. She's the place you came from,.
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Misadventures / That Stupid Green Tortoise Blog (Notes): Camps and Villages at Burning Man (circa 2002)
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Misadventures / That Stupid Green Tortoise Blog (Notes). Misery still loves company. Wednesday, February 26, 2014. Camps and Villages at Burning Man (circa 2002). What is a Theme Camp? Put very simply: A theme camp, as the name suggests, is a group of people who gather together in a group at a "burn" (Burning Man or similar event) to work together on a concept, and make an interactive event. A village is a collection of camps which have joined together to make a larger community. 2003: Mapped ( A - L.
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Moonrose Meanderings by Elizabeth Munroz: My Uncle - A Poem
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Make yourself at home. Put your feet up. Grab your favorite beverage and prepare to enjoy the reads. My Uncle - A Poem. Just called me,. Her father has cancer. He was my uncle who took me in. When I was pregnant;. My uncle who taught me to sing;. My uncle who taught me;. About cleaning carpets;. The value of having a life insurance policy;. Who taught me how. To pick up a bowling ball the right way,. And get how to get a strike. My father's little brother,. My uncle called him all the time. And I wonder,.
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Moonrose Meanderings by Elizabeth Munroz: May 26, 2015
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Make yourself at home. Put your feet up. Grab your favorite beverage and prepare to enjoy the reads. My Uncle - A Poem. Just called me,. Her father has cancer. He was my uncle who took me in. When I was pregnant;. My uncle who taught me to sing;. My uncle who taught me;. About cleaning carpets;. The value of having a life insurance policy;. Who taught me how. To pick up a bowling ball the right way,. And get how to get a strike. My father's little brother,. My uncle called him all the time. And I wonder,.
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Moonrose Meanderings by Elizabeth Munroz: Butterflies Over the Golden Mustard Fields
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Make yourself at home. Put your feet up. Grab your favorite beverage and prepare to enjoy the reads. Butterflies Over the Golden Mustard Fields. We had a beautiful green garden. The sun always shone on our thatched roofs. My mother came out and called me home. I came to the front yard. To wash my feet. And warm my hands over the rosy hearth,. Waiting for our evening meal. As the curtain of night. Fell slowly on our village. I will never grow up. No matter how long I live. Just yesterday, I saw a band.
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Moonrose Meanderings by Elizabeth Munroz: High School Girls
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Make yourself at home. Put your feet up. Grab your favorite beverage and prepare to enjoy the reads. We stuck together, Sharon and I. Though we came from different backgrounds, books were our commonality, and music. classical music. What fifteen year old doesn't like classical music? Well, maybe that's what set us apart. Now, to be sure, we were not entirely Nerd Girls. We liked the Box Tops. As well as the next kid. And I thought my father was only an electrician! Now, I was the surprised one. I hung on...
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Moonrose Meanderings by Elizabeth Munroz: Descendants of Alvin Samuel Borden 1837 Charleston, Delmar, Tioga County, Pennsylvania
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Make yourself at home. Put your feet up. Grab your favorite beverage and prepare to enjoy the reads. Descendants of Alvin Samuel Borden 1837 Charleston, Delmar, Tioga County, Pennsylvania. Descendants of Alvin Samuel Borden. Generation No. 1. Was born 1837 in. Delmar, Tioga Co. PA, and died Aft. 1907 in Stokesdale or Wellsboro Pa Possibly Corning, Steuben Co. NY. He married E. She was born 03 March 1835 in Addison or. B 1861, Tioga Co. PA. B 22 May 1863; m. D. 5 viii. W. B 1873; d. 1915. The funeral was ...
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Moonrose Meanderings by Elizabeth Munroz: May 25, 2015
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Make yourself at home. Put your feet up. Grab your favorite beverage and prepare to enjoy the reads. Descendants of Alvin Samuel Borden 1837 Charleston, Delmar, Tioga County, Pennsylvania. Descendants of Alvin Samuel Borden. Generation No. 1. Was born 1837 in. Delmar, Tioga Co. PA, and died Aft. 1907 in Stokesdale or Wellsboro Pa Possibly Corning, Steuben Co. NY. He married E. She was born 03 March 1835 in Addison or. B 1861, Tioga Co. PA. B 22 May 1863; m. D. 5 viii. W. B 1873; d. 1915. The funeral was ...
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Moonrose Meanderings by Elizabeth Munroz: Lemon Escargot
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Make yourself at home. Put your feet up. Grab your favorite beverage and prepare to enjoy the reads. Did you know that snails eat lemons? Now you have a new treat to feed your pet snail! Actually, they don't eat the whole lemon, they just eat the rind, leaving the citrus hanging from the tree without it's skin. They have the appearance of a peeled tangerine and all the segments are not yet separated. Anyone know where I can sell some escargot? I wanted a Meyer lemon tree for ages. Why? Yes, lemons can sp...
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Moonrose Meanderings by Elizabeth Munroz: May 22, 2015
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Make yourself at home. Put your feet up. Grab your favorite beverage and prepare to enjoy the reads. Memory of Memorial Day. In my childhood I had never lost any close relatives to death. Except for my grandparents who had died long before I ever had a chance to know or love them. Yet, a palpable emptiness existed in my life in reserve for them. By the time I was seven, I had younger brother and sister who easily made up for any sense of missing family members. Our lives were quite busy and full. I find ...
