Author: Kathy Humenik
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KaBoom
Every year, for the 4th of July, Dad would take us to the best fireworks stand in the area. My brothers and I always looked forward to the excitement that came from buying things that sparkled and glowed or made terrifying noises for no useful purpose. In the sixties the selection of fireworks was huge,…
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Lessons from a Dirty Kitchen
Like most kids growing up in the sixties, my brothers and I had regular chores we were expected to complete. One of those chores was to do the dinner dishes. After we finished eating, mom and dad would move to the living room with their coffee. My brothers and I would be left to clean…
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Forgive Me Father
Perhaps it was the Irish in her, but Mom was a devout Catholic and she was intent on making sure that we all honored the lord and his teachings. We never ate meat on Friday, we said the rosary during lent and we all went to Catholic school where the nuns reinforced God’s word. Catholic…
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The Storyteller’s Story
When I was a kid my dad would occasionally tell us stories about a young boy who owned a magic bottle of bubbles. The bubbles transported him around the world, rescued stray dogs and pretty much handled any difficult situation. What was surprising about the stories wasn’t really the magic of the bubble but that…
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A Little Indulgence
We were a very frugal family when I was a kid. Perhaps it was because my parents grew up during the depression. Or perhaps because five children and one income necessitated a bit of frugality. Whatever the reason, in our household indulgence was not encouraged. It was pretty much understood that you took limited portions…
Its Worth Repeating 