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Shirley Temple’s ears

My grandson stopped me in my tracks in the middle of our game with a stinging rebuke. “NanNan,” he said, severely, “stop clapping like John Denver does.” I was mortified, understandably. But I didn’t argue the point, or rise up … Continue reading

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My grandmother.

When The Beatles came for some concerts, my grandmother was beside herself at theĀ  photographs in the papers and the televised news. “What are their parents thinking?” she asked as she saw the young girls screaming and sobbing.”For pity’s sake, … Continue reading

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