Barbara J. Hamby

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©1995 - 2008 Barbara J Hamby

Gridlock Grumblings

We spent two hours of our precious time today playing parking lot on the I-205 and I-5 freeways. It took 20 minutes to drive to Oregon City. We observed a semi-truck accident blocking the opposite lanes on our way to an eye appointment. Leaving Oregon City two hours later, we felt confident that the highway would be cleared by then.… click here to continue



Metamorphosis

For twelve years I lived alone and told myself I was perfectly happy to be totally in charge of my own time and space. About two and a half years ago, I began to wish for a partner to share the rest of my life with me.

Soon after those feelings developed, I began to look around and… click here to continue



A Day of Remembrance

Like many others who were alive sixty-three years ago on Pearl Harbor Day, I’ve thought about it some today and also read and heard about it a lot. I have long ago written about my reactions as a twelve-year old when I first heard the news that day. I didn’t know where Pearl Harbor was. I didn’t know what war… click here to continue



Adios Antarctica

While we were in Seattle, Al received an email from our travel agency about a glitch in our cruise package. Hours on the telephone, off and on during the day, did not result in a fix we could trust. When you travel to exotic places, you need to be sure you won’t be stranded somewhere. So we cancelled the cruise… click here to continue



Shoe Lover’s Lament

When I was in my early twenties, I was in love with shoes. I had shoes for every occasion, to match every color, and every activity. Because I was tall and had been engaged to a man who was shorter while in my late teens, I had worn flat heels often.

When we were no longer an item,… click here to continue



Sisters

We just returned from a short visit in Seattle. We delivered some inherited furniture to Al’s niece in West Seattle and had a bowl of her delicious turkey rice soup.

Then we headed to my recently widowed sister’s house for dinner and a few intense games of Scrabble. While we were concentrating on words, her phone rang. A… click here to continue



Uniform of This Era

Does anyone else see the irony in the fact that 75% to 90% (my estimate, not based on scientific survey) of the adults who bemoan the fact that adolescents must all dress alike, wear blue jeans. Those who are famous wear jeans with the knees cut out. Some wear jeans with torn shirts, bare midriffs, western shirts, or silk shirts… click here to continue



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