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Coming Through with the Balloons by Kirsten Wasson
Suffocated by small town life, weary of the frozen tundra of Ithaca, New York winters, I took trips down to Manhattan as often as I...
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Little Hands by Deborah Nash Ott
I am running to my father’s side because he has called me.
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Claribel By Deborah Nash Ott
Claribel Nash neé Wiese had been a school-teacher, too. For a time in a one-room schoolhouse near Cumberland, Indiana
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Extra-Special Bean Soup by Colleen Halupa
Summers in Schuylkill County, PA were halcyon days in regards to food.
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Mom's Trump Card by Rick Whitaker
I asked my mom why Butch despised me--was it just because I was gay? No, Mom said, there’s more to it than that
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Floodwater by Deborah Nash Ott
Just before the big flood of 1972 in Rochester, New York, in the wake of Hurricane Agnus, my father moved out of our house for good.
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Sock Monkeys and Dancing Hippos by Brandon Burke
Anyone alive in the 70s will remember stuffed monkeys made from tube socks
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Aunt Jean by Tracy Kauffman Wood
Aunt Jean would read popular psychology books on the #50 trolley as it bounced down Fourth Street in fits and starts toward Passyunk Avenue.
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Out of the Picture by Charles Hara
May 3rd, 1971. We're having a party. I’m six years old, and my parents still speak to one another.
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Houseproud by Ruth Badley
Mum’s strategy for keeping her domestic world in order involved a strict but predictable regime of household tasks that could not be altered
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