Home life in a pandemic: Is there too little going on for your taste, or is your place “near-exploding with activity”?

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Pandemic Division

Mom in Boyland: “Like many other parents during this time, I am now home-schooling my youngest children — one in eighth grade and the other in kindergarten. Last week’s lessons involved recording my son’s freshly memorized JFK ‘Moon Speech’ to send in to his teacher. It also included a one-hour Zoom meeting with a bunch of 6-year-olds for storytime.

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The little treasures (Volume 18)

A few glimpses of the century past:

Tom Thumb Wedding 1

Tom Thumb wedding 2.jpeg

Contributor: Joan Gallagher of Inver Grove Heights

Date of picture: September 1937

Date of contribution: June 25, 2006

Caption: “Ever since I’ve been seeing pictures of kids with goats, I was thinking about sending in a picture of me, along with my sister Audrey and my two brothers, David and Paul, in a Tom Thumb wedding at Hazel Park playground in September 1937. I couldn’t believe it when I saw the picture of another Tom Thumb wedding in the Sunday morning Bulletin Board.

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Twenty-five years ago, at 4 in the morning, they were shouting out their simple pleasures! Those were the days . . .

The simple pleasures (revisited)
Or: What this country has been needing (Pandemic Division)

Email from Amanda Olson: “Hello.

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At long last, Grandma K starts to get the respect she deserved!

Then & Now
Gee, Our Old La Salle Ran Great Division

DebK of Rosemount: “While Taxman and I mourn the loss of ‘public worship’ and the closing of our libraries, we count ourselves fortunate in the present crisis. We are, after all, people who prefer to keep to home, as Grandma Bobzien would say. Moreover, the movement of our lives is choreographed by forces that don’t participate in panic.

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