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Making signs

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I’ve been making signs since my “flower-child” days. …actually before that. My dad taught me how to make signs so the words wouldn’t run off the page. In 1966 I made many signs for friends who protested the Viet Nam war. We had peaceful protests, with signs that spoke our…

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Remembering my Dad

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I remember my Dad as handsome, creative, steadfast & brave. Not necessarily in that order, but only good memories prevail. My Dad, William Herald Allbritten, born Aug. 3, 1922, (or on the 8th as my Granny declared till she died). So, we celebrated BOTH dates. Born in Sulpher Springs, Tennessee,…

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I just ingested Lysol

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No, really!!! I am cleaning, organizing, throwing things out, giving things away. After all, we are in a pandemic, isn’t this what we’re suppose to do? On my list, for a long time, has been to clean out the gutters. Don purchased gutter guards and after they are emptied of…

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