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 I'm reminded daily of my first school because a fading photo of it hangs on my study wall. It shows my ...
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A basement doesn't sound like the kind of place that would carry many good memories from your childhood, ...
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It's a nice place to sit when the sun shines, but just wait until it rains!
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 As a 6-year-old living in Chicago in 1926, I was happy to receive an invitation to drive with my aunt ...
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Iwas brought up during the Depression years, when it was normal for housewives to turn the frayed collars ...
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 In the late 1930s, our family moved from Los Angeles to a small desert valley straddling the California-Nevada ...
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It's funny how a wonderful memory can be stirred from just about anything. I was taking an afternoon ...
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 The aroma of coffee permeated the showroom at Uptown Chevrolet on Colorado Boulevard in Pasadena, Calif. ...
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My big cousin, Emmy, received a very nasty valentine card when she was in the sixth grade. Emmy and I ...
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I will always remember Christmas 1948 as the year that Santa came twice! My daddy, Ward Navelle, worked ...
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Going to a new school was a traumatic experience for me. I had attended first and second grades at the ...
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On the farm, everybody pitched in to celebrate America's birthday.
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Emmy was smart, but Grandma was smarter.
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We had no old swimming hole and certainly no swimming pool! What we had was muddy, lazy-flowing Bayou ...
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 Payback was a pleasure for a slightly obsessive seamstress mother of five daughters.
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