Tag: memories
member name: Debbie G.
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May 12, 2009 01:49 PM EDT --
During the chest compressions on concrete. Twice.
On carpet in homes. Neighbors, not hospice patients. Let's see.
Gunshot once. Stroke. Thats two. Baby respiratory arrest.
Three times there . . .
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June 16, 2007 08:35 PM EDT --
I remember a few fishing trips, and
holding a cane pole
sitting so still, voice so low
Exactly as I'd been told.
His smile, and twinkling eyes each time I let one go
just warmed . . .
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June 24, 2007 01:22 PM EDT --
I remember my eyes tightly closed for
washcloth scrubbings with zest bar soap
the tone of my mother's voice while she worked
trying to erase stained pokeberry
war paint.
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November 29, 2007 01:01 PM EST --
Home wasn't confined to the simple pink frame house on Newton street. It extended into the backyard and even beyond into the forest and wilds of the corn rows and strawberry patches of the bordering . . .
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December 21, 2007 11:28 AM EST --
He was present at most of the happiest moments I spent indoors with my family. Whether my mother who worked two jobs was cleaning house or ironing, whether my grandmother was just coming home from her . . .
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March 14, 2009 11:02 AM EDT --
I just spent a most delightful Skype/web cam visit with Tonia and family. We visited for about an hour following the family reunion, in what will likely be our last long interchange for the remainder . . .
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October 13, 2008 03:25 PM EDT --
We wore our mother's nail polish
Passion pink or
Candyapple red
boys and girls alike
under not on our nails.
Only the very lucky
escaped the epidemic.
I considered myself so
. . .
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April 04, 2007 10:20 PM EDT --
(Thanks to all of you who kindly gave comments and suggestions for the title! I digested everything, and this title emerged!)
There are some stories buried
So deeply
Embedded in silence . . .
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September 15, 2006 09:10 PM EDT --
I unearthed the chocolate suitcase in a barn. On a Sunday.
But that's not what was important.
Within it still remained
scraps of material left from my grandmother's creations.
The . . .
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