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The first lines of a book are often the “hook” that entice the reader to either continue reading or decide the book is not their cup ‘a tea. I am nearly finished with No Ordinary Time by Doris Kearns Goodwin, which chronicles Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt’s life on the home front during World War II. It contains 636 pages with some anecdotes and detailed narratives which give insights into the times of my mother and father.
Chapter one begins with an illustration of headlines in the New York Times, “Nazis Invade Holland, Belgium, Luxembourg by Land and Air; Dikes Opened; Allies Rush Aid.” Underneath, are the first lines:
“On nights filled with tension and concern, Franklin Roosevelt performed a ritual that helped him to fall asleep. He would close his eyes and imagine himself at Hyde Park as a boy, standing with his sled in the snow atop the steep…
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I suppose, if one were to ask, I would say it’s the colors I love most about this damned season. Perhaps it is the infernal heat that make them glow so, as if their souls burn hot within.
Photo ©2019, Jen Payne, Branford, CT.
And now a joke from the archives….
Never look a gift Porsche in the mouth…..
A sixteen year-old boy came home with a Porsche and his parents began to fuss,“Where did you get that car???!!!”He calmly told them, “I bought it today.”
“With what money?” demanded his parents. “We know what a Porsche costs.”
“Well,” said the boy, “this one cost me fifteen dollars.”
So the parents began to panic and asked.“Who would sell a car like that for fifteen dollars?” they said.“It was the lady up the street,” said the boy. “I don’t know her name; they just moved in.She saw me ride past on my bike and asked me if I wanted to buy a Porsche for fifteen dollars.”
“Oh, my goodness,” moaned the mother to the boy’s father, “John, you go right up there and see what’s going on.”
So the boy’s father walked up the…
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I set the alarm for “early”, so I’d have time to shower and wash my hair before breakfast and my 7:00 am start time. I barely made it, munching the last of my crunchy (added granola, walnuts, and raisins) oatmeal and swallowed it down with coffee, as the starting gun found me finishing the last fourth of Uncommon, a novel that will be reviewed on this blog shortly.
Before the first hour was up, I was into where I’d left off (dozed off) on No Ordinary Time, a historical account of FDR and Eleanor Roosevelt’s relationship/marriage on the Home Front in WWII. I found it engaging enough to continue for another hour and a half. I returned to this from time to time during my “Holiday of Reading,” and am currently on page 407 of 636 pages of text.
After a break to “go outside before it gets too hot and…
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