Frog Haven Lady

Author and Freelance Writer of Marketing, Informational and Persuasive Copy

View from the Front Porch

I used to sit on the front porch late at night (late for me was just after dark) and I’d sing.  I would sing whatever song came to mind, hoping that I’d be “discovered” by one of the neighbors.  Now, exactly what the heck the neighbors were supposed to do from where we lived I […]

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Keyboard Harmony

Had I been asked back then, I’d have defined my parents’ definition of  “good music” as restricted to songs written before 1959, up to and including all Elvis gospel recordings and the weekly Lawrence Welk Show.  Period. Beneath Daddy’s fatherly exterior was a former barbershop quartet singer who not only knew all four parts of any […]

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My First Passion

Some of my earliest memories of a garden are with my neighbor in her backyard. Hers was the one with lovely flowers that bloomed on the east side of the house.  Not accessible from the street, one had to be neighbors to reach the snapdragons, fuchsias, camellias and all flowering bushes that gave birth each […]

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Rejoicing on Rubberneck Avenue

Fifty years ago, in my small little world of Rubberneck Avenue, I understood that families with German heritage “were Lutheran only” and the remaining European descent around the block were customarily of the Roman Catholic faith.  Obviously, I’d lost something in the finer details about the Reformation. Not to worry…on our block, one of our […]

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Rocky Road and Silly Rabbit Trails

I don’t imagine that old John made too many of these treats, since he worked alone so much of the time; but he annually took orders each spring for his special creations. The Brat and I could always count on one of his beautiful, hand-decorated Easter eggs, thanks to our Italian neighbor.  She would gift […]

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The Green Easter Egg

The year was 1979.  Thank God for my dear aunt by marriage; she invited me to make sugar eggs with her.  My childlike delight escaped from my normal responsible confines imposed upon myself; I agreed to join her in that Easter’s endeavor. We were elbow deep in sugar and decorator frosting for several weeks, commandeering […]

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When Everyone Was Irish

Across the Bay, the City had a parade each year.  Even the Italians walked among their Irish compatriots, extolling the Virtues of the Green in their mutually adopted new homeland.  This was America.  The Melting Pot.  Monthly Holidays in a myriad of global refinery and adapted traditions, representing many of the nationalities that had built […]

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