Burning down the house

The title pretty much says it all. If my Dad hadn’t needed water from the sink upstairs, I would have accomplished burning down the house. The Hippie, a.k.a. my sister, Lynn It was the December before my 6th birthday. My older sister, Lynn, was 17. She was lounging in the recliner in the family room downstairs watching TV. She was a hippie. More trouble was soon to come for her making bad decisions, but she made a particularly bad one that day when she asked this 5 year old to go upstairs to Mom’s room to get Mom’s lighter so…

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Milkshakes and Bazooka gum

Dad still took us places. We didn’t do things as a complete family anymore, but me being the youngest I didn’t have any frame of reference about that because I was too little to ever remember us doing things with both my mother and father. About 1973. Rocking a fabulous pantsuit and posing in  front of my Dad’s VW bug. Probably on our way to Bart’s. My special place to go with Dad, usually just him and me, was Bart’s. Bart’s was, and is, a popular drive-in restaurant in my hometown that had been around since the 1950’s. One side of Bart’s sold…

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The red chair

Grandad is his red chair in his den. Early 1970’s.  When my grandmother, Buba, died just a few months before I was married in 1988, my mother let us know that my Aunt and cousins were working on getting her house on Lewis Road in Swampscott, Massachusetts ready to be sold and that if we wanted anything we could go up and take a look. Fred and I would be getting our own house after we got married and I thought there might be some furniture, especially, that we might want to consider. Among other things we chose was my…

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Family Tree of cats

If you know the  Horners  you know that we love us some cats.  I don’t, in fact, remember my life without a cat.  I converted my husband, Fred, to love cats too…although he won’t really admit it readily. Our girls all love cats in varying degrees. It’s safe to say–we are cat people.  I have had the best experience with all of my cats, and have never been without one in my entire 50 years of life. First there was Bootsy. She and I grew up together.   The first cat in my family tree. Bootsy Horner. When she was put down…

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