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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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For new subscribers, you’ll interested to know the theme of this blog examines CHANGE. Sprinkling our life-adaptations with humor makes them easier to swallow or at least…creates some head-smacking moments of epiphany. I’ve discovered, looking at the past, puts a … Continue reading
This Friday, we look at change in the 1870s. The change is so drastic, it’s made poor Violet Spinrad avoid a sacred pastime for women. Patricia Woolsey had a sewing get-together, today. My heart wasn’t in it. I didn’t go. … Continue reading
Welcome to 1870 where Violet Spinrad finds something needs to change. Alice Hopkins showed up at my door. She was out of salt. Can you imagine? That’s like being out of air. We’re so poor the only thing on our … Continue reading
In 1871, Women sew more than quilts for a change. “Can you stitch up the dog?” That’s what every woman wants to hear when she’s cooking dinner. The kids were poking each other with sticks and into this chaos, Henry … Continue reading
January 6, 1871 Honorary Editor: Dangling Participle Lichen Last’s week’s horse race down Main Street by gauzily clad ladies of negotiable virtue set off a roaring firestorm.Prairie mesdames Patricia Woolsey and Alice Hopkins began a campaign to remove the “underbelly … 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
Changes make Christmas skip over Two Pan and Violet Spinrad. Violet Spinrad says: After a body experiences thirty Christmases, the thrill of the season crumbles into another day of work. A child is needed to inflate the holiday. The wee … Continue reading
Another Pioneer Friday and Bricker should keep up with the Changes. That’s why he’s now squinting. It had to be a man who invented the iron. No woman would’ve said, let’s whack a cannon ball in half, throw it in … Continue reading