Camarillo~

Oh how I loved those trips to Uncle Lon and Aunt Marilyn’s in Camarillo.  It usually started with a call from Uncle Lon.  He’d pull the plug from his washing machine and call dad telling him, “The washer’s on the fritz.  Won’t spin.”  I think it was code for, “Stop being a hermit and come [...]

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An Aunt Susan Minute~

Aunt Susan.  Her distinctive voice- always slightly husky.  I can hear her explaining something to someone, laughing at a joke, or shouting for one of her kids.  All I have to do is picture her face and the sounds flood my ears.  I loved her.  I doubt I ever told her that.  I need to [...]

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The Autumn Leaves…

Pasted on the window…
The Autumn leaves…
 That I colored…
What?!
Late summer often found us at Grandma Avants’ apartment on Osborn in Phoenix.  Uncle Oscar and Aunt Kay drove up from Kearney and while Dad and Uncle Oscar debated football scores, politics, and who knows what else, Aunt Kay and I would cut out decorations for the bulletin board and [...]

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Colorado or Bust

The summer I turned eight was one of the most exciting summers of my life.  Aunt Susan drove up to our Arizona ranch style home in her station wagon.  Mom and I loaded our suitcases and took off on an adventure.  In the back of the station wagon, Johnny, Michael, Scott, and I spread out our [...]

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What A Lotta Bull!

Sorry, it fit the story.
The summer that I turned eight, I rode in Uncle Oscar’s “Executive” motorhome to Marlow Oklahoma where I stayed a week or three with my Uncle Gene and Aunt Doris.  (Affectionately and often called “Dee Dee”)   While on the farm, I enjoyed petting the horses and cows, learning about electric fences [...]

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