Category: Living in France
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For the Love of Old Paper
Old papers carry stories, memories, personal messages that one day will be lost as we use less and less the written word. What will be passed on will not be touchable. One of my fondest things to do when…
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This is us
This is us. After our friend's marriage at the church, before the cocktails and hours before the dinner where we would dance until three in the morning and be one of the first people to leave. While dancing I would…
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A Sweet Dream of Annie
Last night Annie came to me in my dreams and held my hand. Dreams have a way of healing us; I was sad yesterday after saying goodbye to Sacha. Annie walked with me along the river. I had my…
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Beautiful Pieces from the 1700s and Older.
As I am at the brocante more often than not I come across many varied beautiful pieces, some I know the origin, the history and or purpose, some I do not. Usually, when I do not know about something,…
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Life Unfolds
Being a kid in the country meant being free to do what I wanted to do pretty much all of the time. Unless I was at school or had chores to tend to. I grew up in a small rural…
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A New Chapter in an Old Book
Worn, faded covers, tattered, spotted, aged, a page-turner in their day. Eighteenth-century paper-back books gathered, what do they say? I have no idea… I bought them for their covers. On the pages of my life, what is written? Do…