The Leaning Cow

Hello, as you can see, I, Rose, am okay. AmeliaJake didn’t actually DO anything to me . . . other than totally exasperate me. I have tried for so long to help her deal with her blunt personality – especially when it comes to her “humor”- – you know, when she looks shocked and goes, [...]

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After the adventure with the scooter, I was basking in my glory and thinking about that wonderful victory when I turned the water on for a shower and the water was COLD. It was beyond cold; it was freezing. I determined that temperature rating after standing in the cold water and it did not start [...]

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I have always taken it for granted that a house would be dark at night, but many times in the past years since younger generations have been living with me, lights have often been left on. I don’t like to wake up to a house and find lights brightly burning, but that has often been [...]

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We buried my father ten years ago today. We buried him at the Kingman Fraternal Cemetery. I’ve written about this before. For all the years since we have been taking flowers down on the Thursday before Memorial Day – Mother driving down and me making the return trip. I’ve written about that before also – [...]

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The goulash Der Bingle made turned out to be a variant of what I think of as goulash . . . and I encouraged Cameron to hit his grandpa up for a $5 Little Caesar’s pepperoni pizza. Der Bingle  came home with an $8 three-meat pizza for him so I guess Cameron made out pretty [...]

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I saw a reference to chukar hunting that led me to a site about hunting in Upland Idaho and a video (called A Fistful of Chukars) of a man and a dog and chukars falling from the sky.  I learned a little about chukar hunting – not much – and saw that there was a [...]

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We have pictures taped up in nooks and crannies: Der Bingle when he had more hair and was 24 or 25 or 26 and overseas. Back around 1988 – Robert, Miss Alice and Daddy. (Robert Grismore) About 1985 or early 1986 -  Quentin and Daddy.

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Eight years ago we built one of those big wooden swing set with clubhouse play areas in the backyard. It was me, my mother, Quentin and Mr. Feller from across the street. He was 87 at the time and looked about 60. His job was to tell us what to do and show up tricks [...]

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Little Ann was a cocker spaniel, and, I suppose, in the heaven that dogs just have to go to, I guess she still is – a cocker spaniel angel. We loved her dearly; she loved my husband to bits, was fond of Quentin and tolerated me. She was, however, a free spirit. Little Ann came [...]

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So, do you remember I was taking note of the ornaments on my special sitting room tree? Well, I didn’t forget; I just wandered off in other areas for awhile. This little embroidered material is from many decades ago. I did it while sitting on the enclosed front porch of our house in LaGrange County [...]

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