Can you ever, really, go home again? Especially if you’ve moved away?
Fortunata’s Year of Weddings
My Sicilian grandmother Fortunata (“good fortune”) lived on an isolated farm and every outing was an event, particularly weddings. Naturally, she was interested in her grandchildren, particularly those four granddaughters. Born in 1901, Grammy wanted her girls to find good men and settle down. My three female cousins had no trouble attracting members of the opposite sex and they charmed my…
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Thank You, the Massie Family of Writers
A thank you to the Massie family of writers–of Russian history and personal.
Thank You, Edith Schaeffer
Edith Schaeffer informed much of my adult life’s pleasures. I selected purple stock and variagated magenta and white carnations the other day and happily arranged them in a glass vase when I got home. When I stood back to admire the flowers, I thought of Edith Schaeffer. She died Holy Saturday, March 30, 2013 at 98 in Switzerland. I buy flowers…
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A Tale of Two Churches
As mentioned before, we recently visited our “home” church in Groton, Connecticut: Bishop Seabury Anglican Church. They were evicted from their church building in early August and decamped to a local hotel for services. We visited their new locale on the third Sunday. The service was set up in a lovely ballroom, with padded chairs facing a makeshift altar. As always,…
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The Chagall Mystery Continues to New York!
The Chagall mystery continued, with a personal twist. If your aunt asked you to explore the possibility of a painting being the work of a famous painter, what would you do? (See the last post for background). There’s the painting. It has no artist’s signature. It requires a visit to at least New York and possibly Paris. Are you in?…
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