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Forgetting, or Just not Remembering? by
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Prompted By Forgetting

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Earlier, life seemed to be an endless acquisition of information and experience.  More and more stuffed into my brain.  At some point, that balance seems to have tipped into forgetting more than remembering.
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The Chinese Supermarket by
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Prompted By Supermarkets

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My mother always had a fondness for the scroll of hand-painted figures, dressed in traditional Chinese clothes, carrying produce or hawking other wares.  They were framed in pieces and hung on the wall along with other mementoes from her time in Peking (now Beijing) in the late 1940’s.  She lived in a neighborhood of classic…
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Class of 1968 by
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Prompted By 1968

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I was in the high school class of 1968, indelibly stamped. When that year was still the future, it represented that border between childhood dependency and my real life, whatever that might mean.  I had known nothing but childhood, but I felt ready for things to turn. 
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Glen Echo by
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In the summer, the dense greenery along the Potomac River covers houses, streets, and history.  We moved to the area in 1966 and slowly discovered some unexpected treasures--the towpath along the abandoned C & O canal, Sycamore Island, the old settlement of Cabin John, the Clara Barton house.  The Glen Echo Amusement Park.
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The Bay Bridge by
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Crossing the bottleneck of a bridge required maneuvering through a tangle of feeder lanes, timing the rush hour, and most of all having good traffic karma.
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Beyond Sex by
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I remember when sex seemed like the border between childhood and becoming an adult, shrouded in mystery and myth, perhaps wonderful and exciting but also dangerous and distasteful.  Information was scant in my middle-America 1950’s childhood, but my mother managed to pre-empt more unreliable sources by explaining the basic “facts of life” in mildly appalling…
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Bad Tattoo by
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A local brewery named itself “Bad Tattoo”, a good description of far too many skin decorations.
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Waiting for the Next One by
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Prompted By Waiting Rooms

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There was surely some apprehension people felt while waiting for medical care, but people often chatted with the front desk or each other and in a small town, it wasn’t unusual to run into someone you knew.
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Bad Moon Rising by
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Prompted By Superstitions

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Beliefs about women’s health and the moon are particularly strong. 
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How it Was and Is by
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Maybe my mother did not have the shopping gene or never shook off the Depression and Protestant ethos, but she seems to have passed that shopping ambivalence on to me.
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