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The Ruralhood: Friends and Séances, Love and Regret
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Saturday, October 25, 2014. Friends and Séances, Love and Regret. As I walk back to Katie’s bedroom, I stop to stare at her brother’s vacant room. He’s out on a date with an older girl that I’m convinced stole him from me. My junior high crush is long gone, but not the memory of belting out, for him to hear, Loretta Lynn's. Song, You Ain’t Woman Enough to take my Man,. For whatever reason, I take the lead and call out to my friend asking if she is in the room and to say something if she is. One of th...
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The Ruralhood: Photos
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Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Although, the events depicted in these stories are real, event order may vary, character names may have been changed or identifiers altered to protect the identity of individuals. Photographs and written content found on this site are owned by the author for the purpose of this blog and are the property of the author and cannot be used without permission. A book by my Dad. Living in the country. Hood. Condition or state of. Significance of Gathering Places. Susan Kane, Writer.
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The Ruralhood: I blame the turkeys.
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Thursday, August 6, 2015. I blame the turkeys. I'm the little girl, far right, in the photo. No fence separating us in this photo! Sorry for the grainy picture.). When I was a young child, my paternal grandparents (see header photo, bottom far right) were raising turkeys, probably. I was a child.). Turkeys were a different matter. One day we were visiting my grandparents and ended up outside the turkey pen, looking in through the wire. Bold, but not so beautiful, the turkeys moved closer to the wire fence.
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The Ruralhood: Yesteryear and Sibs
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Tuesday, April 29, 2014. My blog posts wouldn't be complete without a mention of my own siblings and a couple of photos. A long time ago, my dad and mother gifted me with…a little brother and sister, but not at the same time. (You thought I was going to say a puppy or pet chicken, didn't you? They were thoughtful folks. And I didn’t even have ask for their gift. First there was just me. I can't believe I found the picture of me and my rocking chair after I posted about the rocking chair. Yeah, the oldest...
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The Ruralhood: Smuggling and Giggles
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Wednesday, April 22, 2015. The word smuggle makes me giggle. I have no idea why except some. Words do that for me. When Hillary Melton-Butcher from Positive Letters…inspirational stories…. Featured the word “Smuggling” as her A-Z alphabet word posted here. I giggled. Then this story popped into my mind. My problem was that this task turned into an expensive venture when I would buy the candy and then smuggle the candy (out of the baskets- sometimes) the “Easter Bunny” had prepared or. And let's not forge...
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The Ruralhood: Belva Dugan--extra special
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Monday, April 28, 2014. Belva Dugan- extra special. Born and raised in Missouri, my Aunt Belva Dugan (on the right) lived in Texas most of her adult life. The oldest of eight children, Belva married once, but after a few years, her husband divorced her. They had no children. She was a career woman. My aunt was a wonderful woman, sweet and easy to talk to. She sewed and crafted, but I remember her most for her faith in God. She left behind a sweet devotional book. I am its caretaker. This is Aunt Belva's.
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The Ruralhood: Essays
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Easter Sunday-The Rural Way. Summertime Job for a Rural Girl. Small Community -Pros and Cons. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Although, the events depicted in these stories are real, event order may vary, character names may have been changed or identifiers altered to protect the identity of individuals. Photographs and written content found on this site are owned by the author for the purpose of this blog and are the property of the author and cannot be used without permission. A book by my Dad.
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thecontemplativecat: Far from Home
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One who observes and thinks about what has been seen, what has passed by my way, what greater meaning lies behind and beneath life's small events. Monday, August 3, 2015. So far from home. So very far from home. These are frequently said in my home. Photos hold so many memories of childhood days, wedding photos of bright days—all do not do justice for longing of those babies cuddled and now grown. In front of our house. Here we are, little man! Richard and Mary's families. Mary's side of the family.
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The Ruralhood: Rocking Chair
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Monday, April 21, 2014. There's not much to say about this little rocking chair except that it's mine- from my childhood. An entry in my baby book. Reads that I received for my second birthday: a rocking chair, coloring book, balloons, pull toy, doll, canister set and a suitcase. Through the years, I've shared it with my children and my grandkids. And now? Millie just happened to be passing by and.get down, Millie! Check out Monday's post at Journaling Woman. R for Rocking Chair! April 21, 2014 at 5:56 AM.
