tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334721998524161562011-12-18T18:05:07.393-07:00Fun and Inspiring Short Stories of Non fictionPattinoreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633472199852416156.post-69975965895160007512010-03-07T12:24:00.002-07:002010-03-07T12:27:32.099-07:00

I wanted to get to this sooner but I've been busy - got a job.I also have gotten published! at Pegleg Publishing. Click here to read me.Hope you enjoy it, it's actually not one of my best, but I'm getting them out there.

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Timing is Everything!A cop was patrolling at night in a well-known spot for "parking." He saw a couple in a car, with the interior light on. He got closer to the car and saw a young man behind the wheel, reading a computer magazine and a young woman on the rear seat, knitting. Puzzled by this surprising situation, the cop walked to the car and knocked on the window.The young man lowered his

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What ever the reason I had for visiting my grandmother; whether alone or with my entire family, the day's end was signified by a gathering in the kitchen. No one left Grandma's house without a meal or at least dessert.Though I recognized this custom meant my time with Grandma was nearly finished, I'll not deny it was also a highlight of the day.After gathering all the berries and other fruit we

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Alone, without the discerning eye of my parents, Grandma and I would wander from her bedroom through the bathroom and into the guest bedroom. Not often used for sleeping, it was mostly storage. This room was just off of Grandma’s kitchen and though it was not as magical as the other rooms of Grandma’s house, it always held one special delight, intended just for me. Grandma shared my desire for

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Grandma was a wonderful grandmother. When my parents weren’t around, she let me climb the apple tree, play in the lilac bushes, and she braided my waist-length hair.My father’s mother came with her parents and siblings to the United States from Russia. They weren't wealthy by any means, but very excited to be in the States. Everything they needed to survive by, they grew, raised, built, or canned

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Well, Christmas is over and my daughter and her friend have gone home. Every time they leave my house, I feel the emptiness. I love having them here and this Christmas was the best so far. Ummm, about my previous entry, My Christmas Wish List, I have decided that Wish Lists aren't so bad after all. In fact, I'm glad I had the Amazon Wish Lists to use and before my daughter left, we all decided

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I got up early today and intended to drive 45 miles to the city to get the bulk of my Christmas shopping done. My clothes were clean, my shoes were on and I even added mascara to my tired eyes. Then I turned on my computer. Four hours later, my shopping was finished and I hadn’t yet left my office. Isn’t is a wonderful world I live in? I didn’t have to put up with all the other crazy people out

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As we age, reaching certain ages, (different for everyone) we begin to recount our lives. Some, like my ex-husband, try to reach back and grasp what they believe they have lost, or grown away from, thus, the dreaded mid-life crisis. That has not yet happened to me, though now that my daughter is on her own and happy with her life, I find myself thinking about grandchildren. My daughter's view on

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I have taken 2 months off from my Blog, not because I wanted to but because I have been working. Found a job. Yep, and OMG! My learning curve when straight up… and up… and... I don’t believe I can even see where it has gone.The great part about it is that I like what I’m doing. So far, I’m actually only doing a part of my job, which is interviewing people. I cannot say what I’m interviewing

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If you've read "I Am American", below, you know that my mother was born in Colorado. Her parents and their parents were born in Kraft and Frank, Russia. They all spoke German, even Mom. When it was time for my mother to attend the local, English speaking school, she still spoke only German.When school was out for the summer, the principal came to her house asking to speak to her father. Grandpa

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Well, I've been job hunting. I fleetingly thought of freelancing but that is as stressful as creating resumes and cover letters. I have been offered a job, finally, and here is the irony of job hunting:It seems that many employers are moving toward hiring only those people who are networked and now, only those who have experience. That statement in and of itself is an oxymoron. How can one

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Do any of you know who the dark lady of DNA is? Her name is Rosalind Franklin. She was the first person to successfully x-ray a strand of DNA. I loved my biology classes and learned about Watson and Crick (the first to declare to the world that DNA exists as a double helix). I believe them to be great scientists but I feel Franklin was ignored for her part in the discovery for it was after a

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I decided to add the original German coffee cake brought to the United States by my Grandmother back in 1926. Once they were here, in the land of plentiful fruit, the toppings changed a bit and she added fruit. My grandmother would sometimes use lightly burnt sugar syrup, before she used fruit.Denna KuchenMakes one cookie sheet.Use one recipe of sweet roll dough below. I use the dough/pasta

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I grew up in Morgan County, Colorado, surrounded by members of Immanuel Evangelical Lutheran Church. My grandfather was a co-founder of the church. I considered the church, its members, and the slew of activities surrounding it as my personal family. Every summer there was Bible School, every Easter many young people, about 14 years old, would join the church after standing in front of the

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My Grandfather had traveled from Colorado all the way to New York (or Canada) to welcome his family into the United States of America. He waited at the docks and for the second time, authorities notified him they were sending his wife, daughters, and son back to Russia – they would not be allowed to stay. His parents were old and soon, they would not be able to help care for his family; he must

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A lot happened in the 12 years Grandpa was in the United States before his wife and children joined him. Sponsored by a friend, or family member, in Colorado he bought a farm, worked hard, and became wealthy and powerful. I grew up in an enclave environment in the heart of Eastern Colorado. My grandfather and other members of the community who had immigrated from Kraft or Frank Russia started the

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For my first project, I’ve decided to tell you about myself, through my ancestors. I am second generation of German heritage born in the United States of America. My mother’s brother, 2 sisters, and parents came from Kraft, Russia (Kraft was colonized with German immigrants). Mom was born in the U.S. As with most family histories, mine is a wonderful story best told over candle light and a deep

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This, my first entry, is for my daughter Stephanie. She has patiently supported my endeavor to write and has provided me with much support and assistance (not to mention encouragement in the form of subtle shoving) in getting this blog off the ground.The picture attached to today's post is one I took of Stephanie several years ago. It is one of my favorites because, looking back, it shows the

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