Category Archives: nostalgia

we do what we do

Someone beat us to reserving Captain’s Cabin for the week of our anniversary, so we took the closest to it—this week! Turns out we’re sharing Harbor Villa with a high school youth group from Northwest Baptist Church in Bellingham, WA. … Continue reading

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silver

All day long it’s been Mauri’s and my 25th wedding anniversary. In most ways it was like most other days of our lives, but poring over my photo files to prep for this post made it memorable. Narrowing my picks … Continue reading

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cousins are forever

Oh, how I love cousins! I love my DNA cousins; I love Paul’s cousins; I love Mauri’s cousins, I love Margaret-Rose’s cousins! If there’s a trace of cousin in my/our extended family—I will claim him/her! Given this declaration, you might … Continue reading

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mother’s piano lives on

For months now we’ve been following the progress of a big project involving the restoration of my mother’s 1916 six-foot Model “O” Steinway piano. My brother, John, remembers as an 8-year-old going with my dad to a man’s house to … Continue reading

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mother’s planters

Here it is, Mothers Day again, and I have refreshed my annual tradition of putting something alive and lovely in my mother’s planters. This blog comes in handy when I forget certain facts such as the origin of the planters … Continue reading

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the wonder of loss

I learned today that my second cousin Bob Ronke died. I haven’t had direct contact with Bob in many years, especially since his mother, Beryl, passed away. I’m glad my first cousin Helen Katherine has had a more intentional relationship … Continue reading

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moe’s

We went out for pizza tonight and on the way there we both had the same flashback—to 1990. I was Sherry Carlson back then, had flown to Oregon from Michigan to make this recording. We’d finished our work and on … Continue reading

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