Tag Archives: Childhood memories

MY LIFE IN CATS

How does someone end up a sixty-six-year-old cat lady? I think it was destined, because some of my earliest memories are of cats. This is Two and me in 1958. He was the cat I was going to marry. Two … Continue reading

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SIXTY YEARS OF CHESTNUTS

  Every autumn when I was a kid, my mother and I would don headscarves and woolen jackets and take a walk up to the Lone Fir Cemetery, the Chestnut grove there. Who knows when the trees were planted or … Continue reading

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