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Or was it when Nellie ended up with bloodsuckers on her legs after being rude to Ma and mean to Jack at her country party?
Maybe both; my girl Laura could zone in on just the right feeling.
So I started doing meet-ups with old friends again a few years ago and they were a good support system when I was going through the cancer scare. However, I noticed the road only seemed to go one way - me to them - and when one group member turned on me over the word mastectomy over lumpectomy, they all did.
This hurt tremendously, especially because I considered two of those people best friends for life.
Silly me, but when you choose, you choose.
Looking back through the hurt, I realized there's some small-town-mindedness I'm relieved to be away from. Judgemental comments. Snottiness even.
Welp, one of them has been ostracized from the group after a petty disagreement and unceremoniously kicked out of the clique. I cannot muster up a lick of sympathy. Not an iota. I've tried. All I can do is smirk.
Who's next, bitches?
Blue is...
Taste: a blue raspberry slushee, the vague mixed-berry flavoring that turns your tongue colors
Touch: mid-afternoon late summer sunshine that warms the skin when it's hot but no longer humid
Smell: the inside of a Bath and Body Works store
Hear: Take Five, Dave Brubek
As readers (crickets) may recall, I would make a yearly trek to the Laura Ingalls Wilder Home in Mansfield once a year back when we lived in Missouri. That was 20 years ago, and I was told by folks in the Real Laura Fan group that a lot had changed.
The first thing to note was the museum moved from the back of the house to a visitor's center west of the white farmhouse.
This is a problem.
When Almanzo and Laura built their house, it was not only for fresh, gravity-fed spring water from the ravine but also for the charming vistas she could take in from her large picture windows.
I was disorientated by the new space, it seemed like an intrusion on her vision of the farm. But it's not a farm anymore, hasn't been one since Almanzo passed in 1940s, and has been a museum since 1957. But still...!
Regardless, the museum is well curated, the staff friendly, and there's a 10-minute intro reel to welcome visitors before browsing the artifacts, including recordings of Laura's little old lady voice. And now, you are allowed to take pictures.
Appropriate that the September post is about cake, as it is my birthday month!
Back in the day, JCPenney's birthday at the mall was a pretty big deal every July. One publicity stunt I recall was a huge birthday cake display at the entrance, 1986. I was working at the Walgreens next door, the cake was on display out front, the sugary vanilla perfuming the air the week before the celebration. All the mall employees flocked to get a slice. Conrad's Bakery, who also created my Snoopy cake for my third birthday, was the baker.
This thing was HUGE. Must have been a million layers of crystal white and gold buttercream. It was a big community celebration when it was finally served to the masses.
I grew up on the Duncan Hines mix + matching frosting for birthdays, so rich vanilla with buttercream was a revelation in simple decadence. The slice I received also had a buttercream rose, which spoiled me for weddings the next 10 years, as I fought to the front of the line at any reception to get a piece with a little something extra, be a rose, a sugar dove, a fondant treat.
I want to say Conrad's closed in the late 80s, and the last JCP cake was served in probably 1990. I had gone away to school by the end of '89 and when I came home to work the summer of '91, I don't recall any more cakes.
OMG: story here!
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