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1. about 20 hours ago on Baby Blues

   tummy rubs

2. 4 days ago on Pickles

   Tone deaf and I had an alto voice in the 4th grade when all the other girls sang high soprano.

3. 4 days ago on Pickles

   And then, there is Hyacinth Bucket

4. 4 days ago on For Better or For Worse

   The sounds our late loved-ones made stay with us as auditory memories. All our dogs and cats are tucked away there. Family, too. Though the remembered sounds fade with time, they can be rekindled sometimes.

   We always went on late spring fishing trips when I was a kid. My parents would bring along a transistor radio so they could listen to the baseball games after dinner, while we kids were toasting marshmallows around the fire. Last night, I turned in early, but woke up with a start to the sound of baseball being broadcast on a radio. Our TV was off; hubby was asleep and our son was working.

   On good days I hear the dogs and the cat climbs on my shoulder to purr beside my ear.

5. 4 days ago on The Elderberries

   I’ve seen Sears and Roebuck catalogs from the 1950s where you could order a kid-sized pony or burro to be shipped to you. They were advertised as ‘well-trained and previously ridden by children.’ You got a choice of color. A saddle was extra.

6. 4 days ago on Wallace the Brave

   That’s like taking a whole roll of film and forgetting to take the lens cap off. (Back before digital cameras)

7. 4 days ago on Wallace the Brave

   My mom sent me to a private kindergarten at the Lutheran Church across the street from our next-door neighbors house. Most of the kids in our neighborhood went there because, at the time, public school started at first grade. The church was very proud of the playground they built. It was outside beneath some towering oak trees with sand for ‘safe’ playing.. It wasn’t fenced so my older brother and I sneaked across the street one Saturday and played on the swings. I was in awe of my brother’s flying dismount. The next week in kindergarten, I tried to show it to my friends. Except, I let go at the wrong time, flew off backwards and slammed my head into the trunk of an oak tree. Knocked myself out. The teacher and staff consoled me, but it was the 1950s; I don’t think they ever mentioned it to my mother.

8. 4 days ago on Little Dog Lost

   The rooster wants it back.

9. 5 days ago on The Buckets

   The Cone Heads were kind of cool in their day.

10. 5 days ago on The Other Coast

    If I were her, I’d hold out for blackberry.