Tag: memoir
member name: Verie Sandborg
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September 18, 2009 08:11 PM EDT --
In 1990, I attended Dr. Jean Houston's Mystery School in Greenkill, New York. I had been introduced to Houston's work in the mid 1980s while working on a Master's Degree at Mundelein College, now a part . . .
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December 02, 2007 05:27 PM EST --
One of my special memories of the Christmas season occurred in a highly unlikely place--my high school's locker room during ninth grade. The story of this special memory begins in the . . .
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April 23, 2009 07:41 PM EDT --
As we knelt to get a better look at the two kittens on the floor, one of them scrambled to the edge of a battered couch, looked us in the eyes, and meowed loudly. Only six-weeks-old, she had short, . . .
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May 04, 2008 12:14 PM EDT --
Among the mementos I treasure are three Mother's Day cards that thee children made for their mothers between 1945 and 1972.
1945
The fighting in Europe during World War II had ended only . . .
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July 06, 2009 08:42 PM EDT --
Do you do any activities specifically designed to exercise your brain? By brain exercising, I don't mean our everyday normal use of our mind in thinking about and solving the situations that arise . . .
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May 20, 2008 03:45 PM EDT --
Wearing a pink, cap-sleeved cotton dress underneath the white graduation robe, I stood at the lectern and read my presentation to the congregation. It was June 3, 1951, and I was graduating from . . .
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March 11, 2008 06:01 PM EDT --
Getting a busy signal again, I hung up the phone. It was a mid March day in the early 1980s, and I had been trying all evening to call my father long distance at his retirement residence in Michigan to . . .
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March 16, 2009 09:08 PM EDT --
Sitting on the hard pew, I was so drowsy I couldn't keep my eyes open or sit up straight. I was four going on five, and my mom and I were attending one of our church's Wednesday evening . . .
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February 01, 2008 04:50 PM EST --
Hot and sweaty, my siblings and I rinsed the sand off our feet as we pumped cool water over them from the old water pump next to the back porch of my grandmother's house. Meanwhile, my grandmother . . .
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February 12, 2008 09:33 PM EST --
Shuffling from one foot to the other, I stood uneasily staring into the corner of the room as punishment for talking during class. It was 1943, and I was in the first grade of Lutheran School in . . .
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April 12, 2008 04:44 PM EDT --
Not saying a word, I mentally cried Ow! and quickly pulled back my hand and rubbed my fingers to take the sting out of them. Our teacher, Miss Hollins, had just stepped on the fingers of my right . . .
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September 04, 2007 07:28 PM EDT --
The year after my mom graduated from eighth grade at Lutheran School, she began working at Rimes and Hildebrand, an upscale department store in my hometown. She was 15. Mom worked in dry goods . . .
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December 08, 2006 04:22 PM EST --
Images of Christmas in movies and song, on cards and advertising, often appeal to tradition and the sense of belonging that tradition wraps us in. While nowadays we might present family . . .
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