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Los Deportados – A little known chapter in U.S. History

Los Deportados – A little known chapter in U.S. History
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Recently I wrote about Fred T. Korematsu – who did not go gently to the WWII Japanese Internment Camps. He among others felt it was not the American Way to maltreat a group of people who were a part of the United States. I have to wonder how he felt, if he knew, about the […]

Ash Wednesday 2012

Ash Wednesday 2012

Today is Ash Wednesday. Some years I make it to church to receive ashes, some years I don’t. This year I made it. I can never decide if I appreciate ritual and tradition because I grew up with it or if I would have missed it had I not been surrounded by it. I think […]

Thanks to the helicopters

Thanks to the helicopters

It was the sound of the helicopters that brought me outside this morning. I can ignore them when they are flying by, when they hover near the foothills I know that something is up. I suspect I’ll find out later why they were hovering. In the meantime I’m thankful for their sound and my needing […]

And a plant in every pot

And a plant in every pot

My mom used to give free history lessons at almost the drop of a hat. They were the best sorts of lessons since she was sharing parts of her life with me. Over time each story became like an embellishment to the facts I was supposed to be learning in my history classes. The experiences […]

F01

F01

Our washing machine has not been working well with any sort of consistency. We start a load and then the machine reads out – F01 – and quits spinning. Less than endearing words are shared with anyone in the general vicinity. A few days pass and then we call the repairman. We’ve actually been visited […]

A little bit me, a little bit you*

A little bit me, a little bit you*

It wasn’t intentional, but there it was. Collections of things that made sense grouped together – sort of like with like. Here was a group of things that were more muted in tone, more nature related, and simple lines with space between them. Then on the other column lots of color, not lacking in gelt, […]

A Crazy Little Thing Called Love

A Crazy Little Thing Called Love

My mom and dad planted roses at our house. We had a driveway that had fruit trees and roses from the beginning to the end of our portion of the lot. My mom preferred living plants, but on occasion my dad would cut roses and bring them inside. James and I enjoy the best of […]

Cheli’s 4th B’Day

Cheli’s 4th B’Day

I am a long distance doting grandma. Proud of the doting, wish the distance were less, and love being that person who can ooo and aw with no social repercussions. I dote because I can. There is no need to share if there is a favorite or special grandchild because they all are. Whether they […]

Sorting the shelves

Sorting the shelves

We’ve lived in our house for 28 years. We’ve collected over 30 years of books together. More as individuals. James reads several books at a time: science, math, science fiction, birds and on and on. I tend to take one book at a time: usually something to do with history, language, the arts, or a […]

To be

To be

Not being driven by, directed by, a particular focus for this blog I sometimes mentally wander about waiting for a bit of inspiration to get me to start writing. An image, a person, a story can be the item that helps me start to type. I was doing my Sunday a.m. read and feed and […]

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