Poem, snippets and essays of my life

Tag: Family

  • Sante Fe

    Sante Fe

    I am in Santa Fe visiting a 90-year-old friend. I feel like it’s important to come and visit her every year because you never know when you’re going to lose her. Of course, that’s true about life in general. You never know when you’re going to lose anything. They say being resilient is a very…

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  • Happy Mother’s Day, Olive!

    Happy Mother’s Day, Olive Olive C. Watson was born in Montclair, New Jersey, to a family with not many resources.  It was clear from an early age to Olive that all she had to parlay herself into a better life were her looks and her mother reminded her of this on a daily basis. She…

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  • The Secret Lives of Single…

                                                      The Secret Lives of Single People We can’t imagine how we would feel if others saw us alone at home. They might catch us lying on the couch in the middle of the day reading a junky magazine or eating popcorn for lunch. We might be seen staying home all day without speaking face…

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  • Photo’s of Watson Homestead

    Photo’s of Watson Homestead

    family history in East Campbell, New York

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  • Homestead Happenings…

    I spent the morning at the Homestead with Dawn and Neil and was given a tour of the place. I saw the one room schoolhouse where my Grandfather went to school located on the property. I imagined him walking there each day probably under the supervision of one of his older sisters holding leather strapped…

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  • Watson Homestead from the driveway:…

    Watson Homestead from the driveway:...

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  • Watson Homestead, East Campbell, NY

    Once I began to be curious about my grandfather information started coming my way. It was as if a window had been uncovered in my mind and memories I had from my childhood became alive. I could actually remember his voice and the look of his knarled and veiny hands. I could see his house…

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  • The Beginning of Thomas J…

    The Beginning of Thomas J...

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  • I made it to Painted…

    I made it to Painted...

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  • Drive to Painted Post- much…

    I can understand why my Grandfather wanted to get out-of-town now that I am in it. Don’t get me wrong, I love New York! The drive here from Connecticut took all of four hours and was pretty much the same scenery all the way once I had crossed the Tappan Zee Bridge. I listened to…

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