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About Life in the 50's and beyond...

Welcome to Life in the 50's and 60's and beyond .... where I write about my childhood memories, music of the 60's and about life in the country. I am a mother, grandmother, farmer's wife, business owner, and retired teacher.

Deliver De Letter De Sooner De Better

Originally posted on Retired Ruth:
Send me a postcard, drop me a line, stating point of view, Indicate precisely what you mean to say, Yours sincerely wasting away… Even before I fell in love with the Beatles and their incredible lyrics,…

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Holiday Memories

Memories are a big part of holidays for me.   In preparation for Thanksgiving, my youngest child removed my mother’s flatware from the storage box and washed it for the holiday meal. There is a specific ritual used to clean the … Continue reading

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It was a decoy. The tree.   Because it commanded your attention.   A huge tree damaged by Mother Nature. “Wow… Look at that tree!”  people would say as they passed by, not noticing the obvious. The stone wall was a decoy, … Continue reading

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Keep Out!

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the weekly hosting of Friday Fictioneers! “Someone’s coming up the front driveway,”  whispered Kathy to Wayne. Jack was in the basement where he kept cool on hot days. As usual, he would be no help. … Continue reading

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The shoes were a bargain. I know because she only ever bought from the discounted, discontinued, clearance area. She spent little on herself.  We dressed in hand-me-downs from cousins.  We made our own soap, ketchup, applesauce… always had a garden. … Continue reading

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Jen latched the suitcase, and took one last long look around.  Many times she had tried to leave, but something held her there.  He promised he would return.  I promised I would wait.  Eight years was a long time. She … Continue reading

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Run away

The blast mark in the wall looked like an evil face.  And that’s what this place felt like….. evil. It had once been a beautiful place of worship.  Calm, serene, giving one a sense of peace and safety. But now, … Continue reading

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