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The heart of the house. That, and the den, which was on the other side of the bar from the hallway. It was designed to be just like a bar in a tavern in the Virginia of the 1700’s, complete with wooden bars to slide down and lock at night, and complete with the lock … Continue reading the bar room
[No, I have no idea how long I’m leaving this up here. I may take it down before you even see it.] I had my first drink when I was three. My parents were having a huge party downstairs, and I’d been brought down to say hi, in my jammies. I must have escaped my … Continue reading A bit of my past
In the basement of the house where I grew up was a darkroom, complete with a full set of 1950’s era film and photograph processing machinery. All that was lacking, when Dad and I first went down there with the idea of putting some of the stuff to use, was the necessary chemicals. Dad originally … Continue reading darkroom
You see, how Sunday luncheon is meant to be is, first of all, at Nana’s house, in her dining room which still, magically, fits the whole family, including cousins. On the menu: two choices are possible here. The gigantic five- or six- or seven- rib roast beef, complete with thick layer of fat on top … Continue reading Sunday. Noonish.
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