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   My Woodstock (and 600,000 other's too)    by alrach, Aug 19, 2009, 8:37:23 AM  Journals / Personal       I have been thinking of this since I saw a story about Woodstock on VH1 last week.  A lot of my memories of this were just a haze, but they were some of the happiest I remember.  Even though this will give away my age, I wanted to tell the story.  With my friends help and some on-line research, I think I got it right. It was the summer of 1973, I had just gotten over a long, serious, illness and thought that some thing different and enjoyable would be just what I needed.  The family of a good friend owned a cottage on one of the Finge

It's all my husbands fault, really.  Well maybe its mine too, since 35 years ago, I impressed the heck out of him, (he, who became my husband) and his entire family, with my culinary skills by baking the perfect cherry pie.  What a joke!  It was dumb luck, but I wasn't going to tell HIM that! My mother, bless her heart, has been noted as saying "I baked a pie once".  She taught everything I know. So as tradition dictated, I have always disliked cooking.  But I managed  to raise my family without needing recipes because the instructions were on the box. So anyway, back to the che

I just nearly caught my house on fire.  I have one of those magnifying glasses with the circular florescent light around it that jewelers use for looking at small things.  I use it for removing tiny little stitches when I make a sewing booboo.  The magnifier is on a stand with a weighted bottom.Tthe thing sits on an antique sewing table.  I was upstairs doing something, and when I came down I kept smelling what I thought was incense.  I walked into my sewing room, and the table the magnifier was sitting on was smoking!  The sun shining in the window had magnified the intensity of the sunlight and was happily burning a hole in the table.  I  i