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I created this blog to record our RV trips and ;morphed into life in our retirement lane and telling my tales of life. Now my tales of life are on widowhood, my new and probably my last phase of l I have migrated to Facebook where I communicate daily, instantly with family/friends all over. I write here sometimes. COPYWRIGHT NOTICE: All photos, stories, writings on this blog are the property of myself, Patricia Morrison and may not be used, copied, without my permission most often freely given.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Different worlds of communication

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I've just spent several hours tidying up my project room, which is the big downstairs bedroom that is off the study and that also ser...
Wednesday, February 25, 2009

From Party line to bluetooth/Ipod

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I receive copies of my friend's father's poetry from time to time and today he emailed the one below about Party Line. Well, that br...
Wednesday, February 11, 2009

My winter readings

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Thought I'd post what I've been reading since November. I recently signed onto the Wall Street Journal Book Readers blog. While tryi...

Long John Winter

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For obvious reasons I have not been wrting. Finally at the urging of friends and my psyche I will get back to my meanderings. Briefly the Ja...
Saturday, January 3, 2009

Don't Ask Me Why, Thoughts, and 90 Minutes

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Photo taken Christmas Day to email to granddaughter in Ca who wondered about our snow. It's cold now but lots of snow has melted. We fea...
Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Closing out 2008, the worst year of our life

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This photo shows me and Steve New Years Eve 1969. Here it is 39 years later and another NY Eve. We were on our way to friends for our annu...
Saturday, December 27, 2008

Plodding along

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Christmas Eve day I kept busy scanning photos of Steve from the many loose albums. That was soothing and here is one from Christmas 1973. I ...
Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Christmas Tree Angel

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Picture of Steve with Santa 1965. Received a funny story at the end of this, got me thinking about Christmases past. This morning I woke up ...
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