Come with me for a trip into history and delve into a 1921 issue of The Etude, Presser’s Musical Magazine. I’m not sure where I bought this magazine but it’s fascinating because it’s from a much different era of America. Woodrow Wilson was President that year; that is, until March 4 when Warren G. Harding […]
Sep 4, 2023
A Strange Compulsion
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Each Labor Day, I mop my floors. Now, that is a strange compulsion, isn’t it? Although it sounds as if I mop my floors only once a year, I do mop them throughout the year too. And, the word compulsion is a little misleading because no one is forcing me to do this, so maybe […]
Aug 19, 2023
Learning Time
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School has started in my neck of the woods–children and teachers returning to fresh adventures, seeing old friends and making new ones. Hopefully, this will be a fun-filled, safe year for all. I wondered, as I looked out at bird baths this morning, if birds need to learn bird-things from their parents, or if it […]
Dec 29, 2020
Tucked Away
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Christmas 2020 is tucked away now, put into boxes and stored in the garage until next Christmas. I always take down tree, ornaments, and other decorations with a degree of sadness, wondering what will transpire until it’s time to put them up again. However, now the house seems larger and Nemo is glad to get […]
Jun 10, 2019
Manos Meanderings on a Monday Morning
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Good Monday morning, all you early bird coffee and tea drinkers. Did you read a cozy mystery over the weekend? Want to hear a confession? I’ve discovered a young adult writer and am devouring her books, one after the other. It was a long, long time ago that I was a young adult, so […]
Sep 3, 2013
Labor Day’s Strange Compulsion
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Each Labor Day, I mop my floors. Now, that sounds strange, doesn’t it, as if I mop my floors only once a year? Actually, I mop throughout the year. I don’t know how or when my habit of mopping on the first Monday in September began. It was many years ago. That’s my way of […]
