Category Archives: Mullings

Orange Goop and Johnny Marzetti

A version of this post originally appeared at abelhouse.church. Louise Buff Christie, my sons’ great-grandmother, was a renowned cook.  In fact, from the time of her husband’s death in 1948 until her own in 1972, she baked and sold goodies … Continue reading

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War Ruins

Remember that I mull.  Mulling results in looking at both good and bad in the world, maybe more bad.  Would that I could solve all the world’s problems.  I suspect that even if I could, though, the world would not … Continue reading

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Finally . . . The Right Time

On 19 May 2015, I celebrated my 70th birthday.  The first sixty-nine birthdays were, to use an old cliché, a piece of cake, but this one gave me pause.  Believe me, it should come as no surprise that beginning the … Continue reading

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Spring Revival

I knew it when, in early April, I spotted a rug hanging on a line.  Now, that is an eye-catching sight nowadays!  I do not know how many years it had been since I had seen a patterned, room-sized rug … Continue reading

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Secret Lives

Kate Chopin’s husband died in 1883, leaving her with six children.  To support them, she started writing.  Twenty-one years later, she left an inheritance of insightful tales to us all.  In “The Story of an Hour,” the protagonist, Louise Mallard, … Continue reading

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Checking the Kicked-the-Bucket List

OK.  Confession time: I read obituaries. Yes, I’ve heard the old joke about checking each morning to see if my name is listed as having kicked the bucket, gone to the Happy Hunting Ground, bought the farm, or at least … Continue reading

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Brandy’s Way

While my sons were growing up, we were privileged to be adopted by a motley collection of animals.  We first had a white male cat named Cashmere.  Now, my father insisted that there is no such thing as a male … Continue reading

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Letting Go

While making one last pit stop before boarding a plane leaving LAX a year ago, I found myself in the usual line of women awaiting a stall.  The woman ahead of me had a small handbag in one hand and … Continue reading

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The Patented Eight-Day Brass Clock

The clock picture that graces my blog banner is of a family heirloom.  We are not an heirloom-owning family, for the most part, cherishing memories and stories in the absence of riches, but this particular heirloom has been part of … Continue reading

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Mulling Time

Welcome. For a long time, friends, husbands, and family insisted that I should write.  Lately, that suggestion has more often included the word “blog,” as times have changed.  Now, those very changing times have prompted me to mull the suggestion … Continue reading

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