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NAUGHTY & NICE Kate’s Journal


Episode 13 Highland Park, CA., 1943 All our lives are made up of periods of nice and not so nice. We may as well get used to it. I went to stay with Auntie and Uncle Phil in April, 1943 for the last couple of months of school. Probably not nice for any of us. […]

THE ROGUE I REMEMBER KATE’S Journal


Episode 12 Grants Pass, 1943 Across the mountains of Southern Oregon flows a mighty errant river in a great hurry to blend its waters with those of the Pacific Ocean. Early French visitors called it Coquins (rogues) describing the local Indians. It could also have been called that for its wild changes of behavior between […]

CATCH A FALLING STAR Kate’s Journal


EPISODE 11 Grants Pass 1942 How do I recapture those few months after Pearl Harbor? With Japanese subs patrolling along the west coast it became apparent that we were moving again; this time my mother and I would go to Grants Pass, Oregon, my father’s home town. The only specifics I remember of that time […]

THE ONE I WAS


Me at 40 I awake to a silent house. No sounds of coffee being made or of dog being fed. Unfolding my right arm from its cramping bent position, I realize it’s Monday and he has gone to buy the paper because the local doesn’t deliver on Mondays. Looking up I see my face in […]

SUDDEN LIFE CHANGES Kate’s Journal


Episode 10 Torrance, 1940-1941 It’s strange to look back and realize that such a short amount of time–a mere three months actually, can bring such change in a life. Torrance High School brought me a mild amount of recognition, a great deal of embarrassment, a group of friends which I had never enjoyed before, and […]

REQUIEM FOR A DREAM


Autumn is coming. I can feel it in the early morning air that frames the day’s heat, a crisp tingle that chills the sunrise. I can see it in the leaves beginning to fall from the trees in our yard. This time of year always brings a very old memory I would like to forget […]

HIGH PERFORMING SENIORS


These women with whom I spend time every month are tied together like knots in the rope mooring us to shared memories. We traveled in parallel lines in the long ago, touching base when necessary, but not really reaching the stage of complete truthfulness. “Knots” original watercolor painting by kayti sweetland rasmussen Memory is a […]