Barbara J. Hamby

Memoir Research

Not much writing done today, mostly research. I’m reading an ebook memoir written by a former writing teacher. This man is ten years younger than I, so he lived through almost all the same time periods, with the exception of my first ten years. The depression did not affect him at all and World War II had a very different… click here to continue

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July, 26th, 2005

A Sunny Monday

I spent the morning doing some shopping, mostly for groceries, light bulbs, etc. In Fred Meyer, I looked at clothing. There were some sales but all the items were made in low-cost labor countries. The prices didn’t reflect those savings as far as I could tell. Nothing tempted me enough to indulge.

I came home and looked through clothing catalogs.… click here to continue

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July, 25th, 2005

Concessions to Age

For about ten years now, I’ve had painful feet. This limits the amount of walking I can do. Sometimes it puts a crimp in sightseeing.

In Alaska, I sat on a bench in a library while Al toured a museum. I couldn’t take another step without a rest and we still had to walk back to the ship from… click here to continue

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July, 24th, 2005

Living in the Back of the Store

When I was a girl, I thought it would be fun to live in back of a store, but I never had that opportunity. However, I think I know a little about it now. In my present living situation, my partner Al is, by my diagnosis, a compulsive shopper. I don’t think he ever buys one of anything, much… click here to continue

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July, 23rd, 2005

A Rare Treat

This morning I heard Carly Simon sing “I Only Have Eyes For You.” She sang it in the style of a 40’s torch singer, not leaping spasmodically around the stage. That was the best part. Apparently, it’s on her latest album, which I may have to buy. Granted, her hairstyle was more modern, but that didn’t spoil the effect.

Back… click here to continue

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July, 22nd, 2005

Writer’s Home Companion - Rejection

I don’t get any rejection letters these days, but that’s not the good news. It doesn’t mean I’m selling writing. It means I’m not sending any out. The good news is I’m making progress with my memoirs.

Even if I never get another rejection letter, due to my sloth, I have a small collection. My favorite is one from the… click here to continue

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July, 21st, 2005

Dreams and Broken Dreams

A couple of nights ago I dreamed about my mother. She’s been gone for more than ten years now. Toward the end of her life I was her caregiver and, in some ways, our roles were reversed.

I don’t dream about her often, but always before this last dream, she has never spoken. I have just been aware… click here to continue

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July, 20th, 2005

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