Harriet the Elegant ghost spent a day at the Jersey shore and was relieved she no longer need worry about tan lines, or beach tags, or soggy towels, or clingy swimsuits, or sand in the carpet, or etc., etc., etc.
Harriet the Elegant ghost went on a picnic lunch where, unbeknownst to Harriet, a family of fire ants were also enjoying the crumbs falling from her swiss cheese sandwich.
Harriet the Elegant ghost attended the county’s annual rodeo roundup only to discover she had no feet on which she could wear the complimentary cowboy boots.
Harriet the Elegant ghost went shopping for a new frock but found that the styles were too wild for her refined taste.
There is a number of years between my oldest sister, Karen, and myself. In fact, I don’t even remember her living with us much other than here and there between different life events. She tended to move around a lot and travel a lot which most people, and I guess particularly women, did not doContinue reading “Love, Karen”
As I have written about in the past, I currently work in an herbarium. For a very long time, I mounted botanical specimens. Now we are pretty caught up on that and I am delving into other tasks that surround collections. One of the things I work on fairly regularly is looking up current taxonomy.Continue reading “What’s In a Name??”
Earlier this summer I spent several weeks in Maryland. I packed lots of ‘comforts’ that I depend on at home. One of them was this. I am a radio person, more so than a TV person. So when my grandson, age 4 1/2, saw my radio, he was very curious. I showed him how toContinue reading “Obsolete?”
A few posts ago I shared a sketch I made of my mom from a memory I have of her. So it did not surprise me that lately I have been thinking about particular memories of my dad. What I decided on was a sketch of my dad shopping. As with the sketch of myContinue reading “Shopping with Dad”
I went to a local park yesterday and saw two thing that piqued my interest. One was a box at the entry to the park. I drove by this several times and assumed it was a trail map case where maps are posted behind a glass door to protect them from the weather. So IContinue reading “Best Intentions?”
An occasional series on local culture I spend a lot of time in the Baltimore area and recently I heard some commentary on WYPR (NPR Baltimore) regarding telephone culture of the past. My ears perked up because this was something I wrote about on my last Local Post which you can find here. The commentatorContinue reading “Local names”