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September 14, 2013

Greek Festival in Cranston, Rhode Island

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GREEK FESTIVAL IN CRANSTON, RHODE ISLAND

September 7, 2013

 

While in Rhode Island we had the opportunity to attend a Greek festival. Parking was at a school parking lot, with shuttle busses transporting people to the Annunciation Greek Orthodox Church.

The event was so packed with people that the food line extended out to and beyond the church from the food tent, and the line never diminished.

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We decided to avoid the long line and picked some delicious food from a pastry line. We purchased a sufficiently adequate lopsided meal (mostly desserts—rice pudding, baklava) and found a seat beside a delightful local couple. We chatted away long after our meals, and then walked to the church where we viewed its beautiful round interior.

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We just missed the 4:00 dance show and saw only the beginning of the 7:00 show (we didn’t want to be caught in a crush of people returning to the parking lot in the shuttle).

Attendees must dance...

Attendees must dance…

Dancers lined up, waiting to begin the show.

Dancers lined up, waiting to begin the show.

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May 19, 2013

WP Daily Prompt: Helping Hand: A Handwritten Letter

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WP DAILY PROMPT:

HELPING HAND: A HANDWRITTEN LETTER

The WordPress daily prompt for today, May 8, 2013 is Tell us about the most surprising helping hand you’ve ever received.

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Perhaps it isn’t the most surprising helping hand I’ve ever received. However, it is the first thought that comes to my mind.

The helping hand was one holding a pen, writing a letter, putting it in an envelope, stamping it and mailing it.

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The letter dropped on the floor through our old-fashioned mail-slot. My husband Monte picked up the mail that day and handed me several pieces of mail. I sat down on the stairs to open it.

Davis was the name on the return address of one envelope.

Darn, I thought. “I just submitted my article on the Davis’s 50th wedding anniversary. The information in this letter had better be good if I am to recall the article and amend it.”

I slit open the flap and two pieces of paper fell out. This letter didn’t concern the newspaper article. It was from my father’s cousin in Florida and most likely contained something about my family genealogy.

I opened up one sheet. It was a genealogy, but I noticed the more recent section had more names on it than what I already had. What I read changed my perception of who I was and where I lived.

“Monte,” I said. “Bob is playing a trick on me.”

“Oh?” he questioned.

“Yes. Somehow he (more…)

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