Category: Willows, Memories from Back Home
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On the Eve of my Mother’s 89th Birthday
I could list 89 stories about my mom; I could list 89 things that she has taught me and probably 89 of her wonders, too. Instead, I will write something here that I want my grandchildren to know about my…
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Playing Barbie with a Skipper
My cousin Alma had a Barbie, which I adored as a child. Additionally, my Uncle Jules (my favorite boy’s name, French Husband, did not like it, but that is another story) transformed an old radio cabinet into a Barbie house,…
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Olivia’s Dream
Olivia wants to have long hair like her mommy so she can wear pony and pigtails. Today, she wanted braids, so Chelsea obliged; the teeny tiny braids delighted the little heart. Rebecca, a blog reader friend, wrote me on Facebook…
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Beautiful Father’s Day
My father would say to me when you fall in love with someone ask yourself- “Is he worthy to be the father of my children? Will he be a good father?” Well… He was and he is. Happy Father’s Day
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My Niece Patti is in Paris!
My niece, Patti, is visiting Chelsea and her family in Paris to celebrate her father, my brother’s heavenly anniversary. When Patti was 16 years old, my brother Marty and she came to France. I met them in Paris, and then…
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The Language of Flowers
The language of flowers, do you hear their message? Strong in gentleness, faithful in their offering of beauty. Giving without asking why or how. Flowers speak a language without words, yet the message is deeply rooted in us. …