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Life As It Is
June 29th, 2002 @ 12:00 pm

So, back to my life as it is. This is such a remarkable time with Jen, but she’s leaving Wednesday, going to Chicago for at least until the end of October. And going on the Trail again in a couple of weeks. How can I be so proud of her and so scared for her […]

The Journey Home
June 22nd, 2002 @ 12:00 pm

It seems as if the trip went by in the blink of an eye. Fran felt really sick / tired on Saturday. She and I met for breakfast at the Early Bird Cafe/Diner next to St. Patrick’s. I had blueberry pancakes, full of RI blueberries, tart and sweet. Fran and I had a great talk, […]

Ground Zero
June 18th, 2002 @ 9:46 am

Jen and I were able to stand on ground zero because Tara knew where to go. Many of the buildings were wrapped in metal mesh to keep falling debris off people working below. There was still a lot of activity there, including heavy equipment moving “stuff.”

Dairy Freeze
June 16th, 2002 @ 4:54 pm

“The Dairy Freeze has been there on Conimicut Road forever, or 53 years if you want to believe the sign. We used to stop there all the time and get banana splits for about $.50. They also had great lemonade.”

Uncle Dic and Auntie Gloria
June 16th, 2002 @ 3:58 pm

“Uncle Dic and Auntie Gloria — he’s Nana’s only remaining brother — she has a glass eye. They used to scare me because they always seemed so perfect and Uncle Dic was very stern, but I had a great time seeing them and really felt a lot of affection for them.” from left to right: […]

Aldrich Junior High School
June 16th, 2002 @ 1:39 pm
June 16th, 2002 @ 12:00 pm
St. Patrick’s Church
June 16th, 2002 @ 11:17 am

St. Patrick’s Church in the school auditorium. We used to set up a couple of hundred chairs and have prayer meetings once a week. There was incredible music and lots of love. People were committed to making the depressed neighborhood better by bringing the Word of God to the people. Thus the Word of God […]

June 16th, 2002 @ 10:45 am
Just Like Six Feet Under
June 16th, 2002 @ 10:37 am

Papa’s funeral parlor in Warwick. My room was the one to the right of the chimney you can see here. Nana and Papa slept in the front room upstairs. The house had a great wrap-around front porch, a huge garage on the left, and a chicken-hut and old-fashioned well in the back. The hall light […]