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I'm Barb. I write about change. Those niggling alterations that creep into our lives until we laugh at ourselves. And if you don't think change is funny, pull out your high school year book and give it a look-see. Check out "About" in the header if you want to know more.
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Hey! Let’s go on a book tour…and add relatives, and people we haven’t seen or kept track of in years and years. Won’t that be fun? First Stop: A Texas High School Reunion. (Go Eagles!!) Now, I’m sure many of you have … Continue reading
There is a gumpy little saying cruising the internet. It’s all over facebook, adorned with rainbows or kittens. To be a rebel, I’m attaching my saddle oxfords to it…or I would if I had any. First…the saying. If you are … Continue reading
While doing research , I ran across an old black and white magazine ad for SPAM. In the Hormel line-up was Tongue Spam. Unfortunately, I can’t find the ad again in the internet maze, but it brought back a shadowy … Continue reading
Maybe it’s because ol’ Fido is now guarding the golden gates. That’s the excuse I’m using for not knowing about Doggie Septic tanks. This handy dandy Do-It-Yourself project allows you to bury a vat in a corner of your yard. … Continue reading
There’s a story behind the Two Pan’s Needles, Dogs, and Secrets posted last week. It surprised the woofers out of me to discover that sewing needles were a precious commodity in the newly opened Western territories. It was easier to … Continue reading
I’m William Woolsey. Silky Sue, owner of the Salt Lick Saloon came to me with a proposition, I tried to be civil. I told her there were other men in town who’d be her freighter. But she didn’t want miners … Continue reading
For those of you who don’t live in the watery northwest, you’re probably unaware of the prison camps we keep for trees. Let’s look at Herbert. As a small sapling he was overjoyed to have his feet stuck in mother … Continue reading
Welcome to Pioneer Fridays in Two Pan Bricker Spinrad, my esteemed spouse, isn’t a farmer. He came for the gold. Our first winter in Two Pan was so cold, Bricker attended church just to hear about the fires of hell. … Continue reading
Most families cement their bonds by creating rituals. I have a friend whose entire family returns to Oklahoma State University on the eve of the HomeComing Game. They fly or drive, bringing kids and grandkids to watch the parade, walk … Continue reading