There Must Be A Picnic

It’s Sunday. Picnics always happen on Sundays. After church, or not, everyone piles into the car and makes their way to Grandma’s house. Sunday afternoons spent with Sisters, Cousins, Dad, sometimes Mom, Aunts, Uncles, Great-Aunts, Great-Uncles, Dad’s Cousins who are my Cousins too, Grandma, Grandpa, Great-Grandma, Great-Grandpa, and for a few short picnics in my…
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The Table Cloth, Sunday Picnics, and Penny Ante

Who knows where Flossie came up with the idea? I think her siblings teased her about it at first, but then came to treasure the table cloth just as much as Flossie did. After World War II, family picnics became the summer Sunday tradition for the Keck family. These picnics continued until the family became…
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My First Family Photo

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I was being passed around and around the room, from person to person. The room was a mosh pit of friendly hands reaching out to hold me. From the oldest to the youngest, I was there for some sort of celebration. Every now and then a flash of light would blind my eyes. A very…
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Into The Woods

Grandma walked beside me as we walked the ruts that were sometimes a path and other times a road, up the hill behind her house. Out the back door, past the Chestnut Tree, up past the Pine Tree, past the garden, and on. Once we made it past the demarcation point, where the manicured lawn…
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The Day My Sister Is Born

I awoke to my grandmother shaking me. She was standing by my bed with her coat on. It was not yet light out, but there she was. Wake up! We have to get dressed. You’re coming with me. What was happening? Such an odd morning already and the sun wasn’t even up yet. Your mother…
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Desperation

My Grandmother stood at the counter in the kitchen and sighed in desperation. The questions just kept coming. They wouldn’t stop. No matter how often she answered. No matter how much she pleaded. She went into the dining room to the hutch where she kept all kinds of paper stuff – sheets of paper, envelopes,…
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The Naming of Cabot

The following article was found in the February 28, 1908 Butler Times: As of Sunday the name of Saxon Station will be changed to Cabot, in honor of Godfrey Cabot the Boston millionaire who has several industries in that section of the county. The change in the name of the station is arousing considerable hard…
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