Spirits of Recoleta ©2006 by Janet Brugos (private collection) Dreams Day dreams are goals. Night dreams are conflict resolutions. I have used both To enjoy some magnificent adventures. starting with My trip to Europe with my Girl Scout Troop at age sixteen. I worked to earn the money for it. Which was a life lesson …
Coming home from school was a bit of an adventure. Kenwood School was on Dorchester Avenue on the South Side of Chicago. The best part of walking home was going by St Paul’s Episcopal Church where I was in the girls’ choir. Mr. Rayfield was the choir director and also a piano teacher. He was …
Dining Room 1940s The Dining Room The dining room was the hub of activity for our house. Big dinners were everyday occurrences. By this time Ted and Jean Bloch had arrived to stay two weeks–that was a month ago. Jean and my mother worked things out well in the kitchen. I loved being in the …
THE RED SWEATER TWIST Why do I feel these fingers pulling at me? Why are needles pushing at my strands? Who is doing this to me and why? I was just lying curled around myself like a slinking snake in a basket filled with slinking strand creatures like myself in blue, green, purple, black, brown, …
“You ain’t been blue” is how it starts. I recall as a teenager playing that record (a disk with grooves that when encountered with a special needle produced sound) over and over again. I would dance and dance around the room singing with the music, getting dizzy and singing louder each time it played. But …
My grandmother and her two sisters lived in the small town of Beulah, Colorado. Nora Annie England Challinor Thomson was an intellectual, talented woman who was always positive. She had a deep sense of caring for all people. My grandmother was dignified, had a keen interest in history, played the piano and loved to …
Free write. Free, right? Is that really free? I don’t have to pay for it. Wow. Is that the rite of free. Free what? Freedom, now that is a good concept. We all don’t have it but aspire to it. Write, right, rite. Is it a rite to write? If it is whatever comes to …
Jaipur was the first city in India where I arrived on my own. I had opted out of an overnight train from Varanasi to Delhi with a connection to another train to Jaipur. I was concerned about what would happen if the train were late which is so often the case. From Varanasi to Delhi …
Overcome all obstacles to get to the Lotus Temple in Delhi at metro stop Kalkaji Mandir. The day that Lenore and I went throngs of people were present. They were wearing beautiful clothes of a variety of colors. You can see the temple from a great distance–it is like gaining focus as you …
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Even though some may interpret what I will recount as negative, it is not intended that way. I believe that to understand India, you need to travel by train at least three times with at last one overnight train. It really teaches you humility, patience and gives you a greater insight into Indian life. With …
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