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  •  When I was a kid (1+ / 0-)
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    Lorikeet

    we used to visit my Dad's aunts near Lafayette, Indiana.  the family had been farmers.  First, hardscrabble farmers, but later, successful, "gentlemen" farmers.  Successful enough that by the 1920s they were vacationing in Florida.

    My great aunt's house was full of wonderful tchotchkes. /Two items stick with me.  One was the wonderful turquoise glass candy dish.  The other was a letter openere.  It was encased in a little cayman that had somehow been, well, taxidermified.  And the letter opener itself, which slid into the little cayman, had, as its handle, a little head.  A little African-American head.  

    If you think you're too small to be effective, you've never been in the dark with a mosquito.

    by marykk on Sat Feb 05, 2011 at 08:29:20 PM PST

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