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One of the Nicest Days of Her Life

On Sunday, November 26, 1972, Maine food writer Marjorie Standish’s column featured recipes for Ritz Cracker pizzas, broiled cheese on sesame rounds with onion salt, and Helen Robinson’s Seafood Newburg.  Who was Helen Robinson?  I don’t know, but I’ll find … Continue reading

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The Borrowed Snowshoes

I took my first steps on snowshoes yesterday. It didn’t feel like fourteen degrees at all. I might just go back and perfect my heart today; after all, it’s Sunday.

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The Whirlwind – A Pictorial Essay

I am prone to hyperbole when I write.  I am trying to tone it down; forgive me when I say that Sunday was one of the best days ever.  It’s hard to describe.  It’s my crazy bifurcated existence, with my … Continue reading

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