Monthly Archives: May 2014

Regret

Posted on May 29, 2014 by Life in the 50's and beyond...

The boys slowly  approached the archway. “You sure this is the right portal?”  asked Jimmy. “We followed the map;  it’s got to be the right one,” insisted Ben. Nate didn’t say a word, glancing at the bicycles parked nearby. Something … Continue reading →

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Miles and miles Friday Fictioneer

Posted on May 22, 2014 by Life in the 50's and beyond...

  My arms could barely lift the styrofoam cup of hot coffee to my lips. “Thanks.  This is just what I needed,”  I said to the stranger who just happened to come past on his bicycle with a silver thermos. … Continue reading →

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Thanks for an original gift…

Posted on May 13, 2014 by Life in the 50's and beyond...

You are looking at one of my Mother’s Day gifts.   A new design for my blog! My youngest daughter, Lindsay, and her partner, Winx (who just happens to be a web designer)  called and asked if I would like an … Continue reading →

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Four Dead in OHIO

Posted on May 4, 2014 by Life in the 50's and beyond...

Originally posted on Retired Ruth:
Peace Blog #2  for February Buffalo Springfield had a hit with this song in 1967, which predated the Kent State Shootings.  In my mind, though, the lyrics resonate with what happened that day…. http://youtu.be/gp5JCrSXkJY It…

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Her Life’s Work

Posted on May 2, 2014 by Life in the 50's and beyond...

Valaria worked into the night sewing the tiny beads on a gown that would be worn by the future queen. For over 50 years,  her sewing skills were legend throughout the country. “Val!  Come to bed.  The light will be … Continue reading →

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The Eight O’clock Passenger

Posted on May 1, 2014 by Life in the 50's and beyond...

The clickety-clack of the eight o’clock passenger train was an alarm clock which signaled the end of  summertime evenings.   The Pennsylvania track,  just a mile from our house, was easily seen from our backyard.  It’s tiny yellow windows gleamed brightly … Continue reading →

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