How long would you wait for a drop-dead beauty?

The match game (self-responsorial)

Booie of Cottage Grove writes: “On October 22, 2002, you printed a submittal of mine for the category ‘The match game,’ on how you met your spouse.

“June 15th was our 50th wedding anniversary.

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“Have you been at the candy again?” she would sternly inquire.

His world (and welcome to it!)

Another family memoir, from Tim Torkildson: “My mother kept a candy dish on the coffee table in the living room. It was for adult company, not for children. Though I doubt she kept exact count of how many pieces of All Sorts were in the dish at any given moment, she did have an uncanny knack of knowing just when my stealthy hand had been picking through the mix for a yellow coconut piece.

“‘Have you been at the candy again?’ she would sternly inquire.

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Whattya mean you can’t sing? “Nonsense! Anyone can sing.”

Life as we know it

The Gram With a Thousand Rules: “Does anyone remember listening to the radio broadcast of ‘Your Hit Parade’? Each Saturday night, when ‘Your Hit Parade’ came on the air, my teenage siblings and my mother would settle down by the radio with tablets and pencils in hand to capture each word of the newest hit song.

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“It’s more visceral when you can feel it in the action of a key clobbering a wet ink ribbon against a page.”

Gee, our old La Salle ran great!
Or: The lowfalutin pleasures

Auction Girl of PL writes: “Subject: Garage-sale typewriter brings life back to writing.

“When my 12-year-old niece first set eyes on the 1940s Royal with Magic Margins, a heckuva hefty iron machine with round and square keys, she seemed delighted. ‘It’s just like the computer,’ she exclaimed. Continue reading ““It’s more visceral when you can feel it in the action of a key clobbering a wet ink ribbon against a page.””

Grandpa looked like a Hollywood star. Grandma looked like a . . . substantial . . . drill sergeant. Hmmmmmmmm.

The Permanent Family Record

DebK of Rosemount: “Following this past weekend’s outdoor wedding, members of the Dunn family have (mostly) returned to their homes in the far corners of the nation. They left refreshed in their appreciation of the glories of rhubarb and of the vagaries of Minnesota weather. And most of us were awakened belatedly to the astonishing resemblance between Randy (‘the Baby’ who grew up to be a drill sergeant) and Grandma Jennie, Dad’s formidable (and bulky) mother.

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“Stand up straight! Damn it all, hold still! Quit your damned fidgeting! Hell’s bells, just put your hands at your sides! Now, look at me! OK, that should be good. Wait! Stay there, I’ll take another one.”

The Permanent Family Record

The Gram With a Thousand Rules: “These old photos, they keep surfacing. Just when I think I have seen them all, another one pops up.

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