The Other Girl

Down the stairs at the back of Dad’s house, off the laundry room, is the spare bedroom/storage room. There is a bed in there, but the room’s main purpose is as the uncatalogued archives of the Fullers. This week while I was up I found several boxes of memories. The collection of Henle editions was […]

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How varied in his stylesgenressubjectsmoods I didn’t realizehe had so much depth The portraitswere sometimes comicalwith something brightbeautifulcolourfulbeside a pieceso darkmacabreand depressingthat it made me laugh He wrote the date backwardsand I pontificatedfor much too longon that significance(if there even is any)and the fact that I do the same. But I’m not Picasso. Thank goodness! […]

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OVMR, FMH, and me

My great-grandfather, O.V.M.-R., served in WWI, along with his future wife, a nurse he met on the boat. They settled in Canada after the war, but he was asked by the British government to return and help step the tide of WWII. He Christmased in the Ardennes and held off the Germans until more troops […]

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Me Pretty

Five or six weeks into our first semester of college, my roommates and I set off on our first (and most illustrious) road trip. Some family friends of one roommate came to Rexburg, loaded us up in the Suburban, and drove us to the ranch in Star Valley, Wyoming (my furthest trip east to date.) […]

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