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About “George by George!”

About “George by George!”

My cousin Ruth's book is out!  I am so pleased for her and proud, too.  She did what so many of us "threaten" to do – documented a branch of her family by writing and publishing a hard-cover book, complete with reproductions of documents,...

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Many Happy Returns!

Many Happy Returns!

When my grandfather celebrated his final birthday in 1958, he proudly declared that he and the United States had been born the very same year.  Well, he was a bit confused but, after all, what's a century or two in the grand scheme of things?  1876...

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Names, Games, and Game-Changers

Names, Games, and Game-Changers

A few years ago, I was at a dinner party and the hostess asked the group (six of us, as I remember) if we knew the maiden names of both of our grandmothers.  She and I were the only ones who did.  When it came to our great-grandmothers, I was the...

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Just a Glimmer

Just a Glimmer

The blurb on the back of the book I’m reading says, “You do not hear them talking; you hear them feeling…”  I love that!  And, it’s true.  The book is Akenfield: Portrait of an English Village by Ronald Blythe.  Written in 1967 and published two...

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Depending on the Kindness of Strangers

Depending on the Kindness of Strangers

My mother gave up driving when she was about a year younger than I.  She cut up her driver’s license and sold her car and became a big believer in Dial-a-Ride.  She also took advantage of every “do-you-need-anything-at-Jack’s” offer made to her by...

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A Voice from the Past

A Voice from the Past

            My cousin Sue from Maryland left a message on our land line the other day.  “This is a voice from your past,” she said.  Indeed!  Sue is a second cousin on the Espy side and, except for her brother Robert who I haven’t seen or heard...

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On this day:  thoughts of Salem Village

On this day: thoughts of Salem Village

It was on this day in 1692 that the first witch was hanged in Salem Village, Massachusetts Bay Colony.  It was a Saturday – the second one in June – and was the last day of Bridget Bishop’s life. Nineteen others would be found guilty of witchcraft...

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About as Woo-Woo as It Gets!

About as Woo-Woo as It Gets!

Sixty-three years is long time to be gone from a place, especially if it’s Marin County. I left for good when I graduated from San Rafael High School and, as far as I can remember, I’ve never spent another night here. Until now. We drove around for...

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My son, Charlie!  What a guy!

My son, Charlie! What a guy!

  I tuned in (if that’s the right expression) to FaceBook this morning to find about a gazillion positive reactions to yesterday’s Supreme Court’s decision on the legality of gay marriage. I loved every single triumphant and joy-filled message...

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They ate the WHOLE thing?

They ate the WHOLE thing?

Yesterday was the second time (in fairly close proximity) that Kuzzin Kris has arrived bearing chocolate. OMG! This time it was Scharffenberger Bombes from Papa Haydn’s in Portland. Four of them!! I repeat, OMG! Unbeknownst to Kris, we had invited...

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You could almost reach out and…

You could almost reach out and…

It seemed as though everyone in the world had converged in Seattle this weekend to celebrate the life of BeeGee Williams Hook, my Red House Cousin who died here in Oysterville just five weeks ago. There were family members from New Mexico and...

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We Shared a Middle Name

We Shared a Middle Name

  Freddy Medora Espy Plimpton died Sunday. She was my Uncle Willard’s second child (by four minutes or was it seven?). She was petite, blond, blue-eyed, with a rapier wit and a wonderful spirit. My cousin, Freddy. And no, “Freddy” wasn’t short...

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