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grammy'sblog: Grandpa Montgomery
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Tuesday, November 30, 2010. Uncle Marlowe read poems he'd written and Uncle Roscoe and his wife Jiggs did crazy dances. My uncles would come up to me, bow, and ask for the next dance. I felt like a queen. Grandpa had a little Jack Russell he called "Blackie." I'm not sure why, as the dog wasn't black. This little dog grabbed Grandpa's trousers and hung on while Grandpa danced around the room, the dog swinging through the air. Posted by Ruth H. Maxwell. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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grammy'sblog: January 2011
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Thursday, January 6, 2011. Nicholas became one of the outstanding Marylanders of his day and one of the wealthiest. He was active in the militia and had a company of nineteen men. In a letter to Col. Burgess he wrote, ".we have noe orders but to Range and Defend the Plantations, the which we shall doe to the best of our skill." In 1687 he was commissioned a major. Posted by Ruth H. Maxwell. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). John H. Maxwell. Picture Window template. Powered by Blogger.
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grammy'sblog: June 2010
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Sunday, June 13, 2010. I've missed doing my blog. It gave me a feeling of being connected. I'm not yet ready to do the one about my Grandma Hammer (to follow the one about Grandpa Hammer), but wanted to do something. So, here are some more of my pieces. (They're dated, but.). The large chorale I sing with was giving a major concert. We had invited two other ensembles to perform with us, had a full symphony orchestra, and were being televised. This was the big time. Several days later I went to throw it o...
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grammy'sblog: Tales Out of School
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Tuesday, November 15, 2011. Tales Out of School. These are the stories that like glue hold a family together, the kind we love to tell. I don't want these to be lost, and I'm hoping that over the years you will add to them, telling those of the next generation, and the next. I knew the man had heard for I saw his ears turn red. I turned to John, my finger on my lips. "Sh-h-h.". John's eyes widened. "You mean he doesn't. He doesn't have any hair? Everywhere," I told him. You want a dirty world? A year lat...
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grammy'sblog: I'm Baaaack
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Wednesday, June 22, 2011. Ruth in pink pajamas. I had dinner last evening with a dear out-of-town friend. He's been following my cancer journey via emails and occasional phone conversations. During our conversation, he asked me what lessons I had learned from having had cancer. A useful question, as it required I stop and reassess what has been happening to me. And I came up with some lessons. I also learned how beautiful our bodies are- whatever shape they're in. They are amazingly capable, and I do...
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grammy'sblog: The Prettiest Girl in the World
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Monday, October 24, 2011. The Prettiest Girl in the World. As soon as he'd hung up his coat and hat, Daddy saw a girl and then had eyes for no other. Her dark hair was piled softly around her face. Her eyes sparkled, full of life. She was, without a doubt, the prettiest girl in the room, and he wasted no time asking her for a dance. Marguerite," she said, "but my friends call me Margie.". Daddy stopped dancing and walked her to the orchestra. He made one request. "Can you play the song Margie?
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grammy'sblog: Road Trip Songs
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Tuesday, October 11, 2011. I took a road trip last weekend. Went to Portland (Wilsonville really, but who's heard of Wilsonville? To visit dear friends Cynthia and Laurie Whitcomb (and Laurie's little 20-month old Binny). My friend Jeanne Barker is taking a 10-session class in screen writing from Cynthia. Jeanne was delighted to have company for the 3 hour drive, and I got to be a passenger. As we rode along, we talked. When I was a girl, we sang. He sang them all. "The sons of the prophet were brave...
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grammy'sblog: July 2008
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Sunday, July 27, 2008. Daddy dressed in huge overalls and wore a red fright wig. The only part of the show I remember is Mother singing "In the Little Red Schoolhouse." I still remember the words- or most of them. I wanna be- in the little red schoolhouse. Bridge: Ten o'clock the spelling lesson's just begun. Johnny throws an ink ball just for fun. Hits the teacher's back with an awful SPLAT! Teacher turns around and says "Who did that? I wanna be- in the little red schoolhouse. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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grammy'sblog: November 2010
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Tuesday, November 30, 2010. Uncle Marlowe read poems he'd written and Uncle Roscoe and his wife Jiggs did crazy dances. My uncles would come up to me, bow, and ask for the next dance. I felt like a queen. Grandpa had a little Jack Russell he called "Blackie." I'm not sure why, as the dog wasn't black. This little dog grabbed Grandpa's trousers and hung on while Grandpa danced around the room, the dog swinging through the air. Posted by Ruth H. Maxwell. Sunday, November 28, 2010. What you said before.".
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grammy'sblog: The Montgomery Side
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Sunday, November 28, 2010. Patience replied curtly, "No, Robin, I will not milk your cows." There was silence for a time while Patience thought the request over. She considered Robin's good qualities and her heart softened. "Say that again, Robin.". What you said before.". Robin repeated his question. Roscoe Lee (who called himself Ross) married Dorothy Christina Danner (check the last blog). They were the parents of: Carl, Marguerite Marie (Nonnie), Irene, Marlowe, Roscoe Henry, Dorothy, Mildred Lou...