Category: Grandparents
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why a Dutchman
When I was just a wee lad and I did something I shouldn’t have done, my grandmother Cleo would scold me by saying something that sounded like, “Nix kommer rouse in the Dutchman’s house!” My mother and my uncle confirm that she said the same to them, and that the meaning was clearly, “don’t do Read.
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how the moon lights up
There was the most amazingly full moon visible through the front window of Our Humble O’Bode this morning. I sat and watched it set in the early-morning gloom, big and bright enough to read by, not that I was nutbrained enough to go out into twenty-degree weather to read anything. It’ll be full tonight. Maybe Read.
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swingin’
I got this snapshot from one of the Great Big Photo Albums of People Related to Me but, unlike most of the other photo albums, this one was chock full of familiar faces. In this photo, weighing all of 98 pounds and swinging a solid-steel iron like nobody’s business, Cleo Mary Melchoir, who had this Read.
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