I bet you don't ever look to see what's on the bottom side of your furniture. I don't. Not till today. That photo above is the bottom side of a most special piece of furniture, the rocking chair the belonged to my deceased brother. It has it's own story (read only ...

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One would be hard pressed not to appreciate the beauty of roses. Juliet made the case that Romeos last name did not matter. A close up photograph helps a young creative man decide between a career in music or photography. Portland crowns itself as the City of Roses but they ...

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Dear Mom and Dad, I knew August 27 was looming. It was not going to not get here. While walking the dog his morning I looked at the ground. And there it was. This blog post is being written on the 26th, scheduled to publish on the 27th, because I will be off camping ...

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The first message I saw today was from my ex-wife with the sad news that her grandmother passed away at age 104. To call "Grandma Pat" feisty was an understatement; I would not have been surprised if she lived to 204. It got me thinking and looking through my old web ...

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I spent maybe another hour last night adding a few more minutes of audio recorded with my grandmother in 1994 to TapeWrite. I added a bit of introduction to the recording. This follows my description of the series My Grandmother's Stories, from Audio Tape to TapeWrite and Episode 1: Growing ...

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There goes that calendar reminder. Today is the day in 1956 that my grandfather, Abraham passed away, seven years before I was even born. I know he died young; his wife lived until 2003; outliving her husband by 47 years is staggering. I am not sure when he was born, ...

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They sure made the anniversary math easy by getting married in 1950. Today. 66 years ago. All I got was a calendar pop-up reminder. And a happy quick mind memory trip, with some rummaging through what feels like too small a set of digital photos. It can be hard to really ...

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Oh those calendar notifications. Sunday would have been the birthday of my Aunt Martha, though she was not technically my aunt. Possibly she grew up in the same part of Baltimore as my parents, Forrest Park High School area (?), she and her husband George were my godparents. Her passing away ...

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My google calendar reminders ticks off another ding marking the date of passing of another family member, Monday was the day in 1977 ... 39 years ago... that my Aunt Eve passed away. What I know of her is even more limited than my grandparents, the media layer is thin. ...

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