Twin Lakes Shard One

Some of the happiest memories of my childhood were from Twin Lakes. For several summers, we camped out at Twin Lakes in Kalkaska County, Michigan. I was surprised to find how far west Kalkaska County is. It is almost on the shores of lake Michigan. We spent two glorious weeks camping. At the time, there was nothing built on our side of the lake. My father's sister and her husband, Aunt Grace and Uncle Clarence were there. My mother's brother, Clare, Aunt Grace and their children, Ernie, Jean and Earl also camped with us. Ernie was into drawing comics. He and I published a newsletter. My sister, Persis, has a copy of her contribution to the newsletter. Dragging our boat on a trailer we drove over a two rut "road" into the campground on the edge of Little Twin. After setting up the tents, one of the first orders of business was to build a latrine. The men went back into the forest and dug a hole. Then they fixed a branch across between two trees. One sat on the branch to do one's business. The first year, the men had found a piece of metal to use as a stove. Every year they buried the piece and dug it up the following year. The women cooked and canned the blackberries we picked. I remember my father and I and Aunt Grace went picking blackberries. One year we canned fifty quarts. I was scared of snakes. Michigan has only one poisonous snake, a sleepy rattle snake.

Primitive Living

This morning I was reminded of how primitive our life was in upper Michigan in the thirties. Our tai chi teacher is 94 years old. Yet this morning he was talking about what a school nurse did in school. I had never heard of a school nurse. When we lived in Dighton the nearest doctor was 25 miles away. In Michigan my father's sister, Aunt Grace, was midwife and she who laid out corpses. My first husband's grandmother was a herb doctor. Hersey was far out. They had a physician and a pharmacist. Did I mention that we did not have indoor plumbing. I had taken a bath at my grandfather's house. At home, we heated water on the stove. Then we took a large basin into the bedroom and did a sponge bath.

Living conditions in Hersey, Michigan 1929

We lived in Hersey, Michigan from 1929 until 1936. My father was Superintendent of Schools until 1935 when his contract was not renewed. This is typical of school supereintendents. Somebody wrote a book on it. As far as I know, Hersey was not incorporated. There was one medical doctor and a pharmacist. I used to go over to the doctor to have my baby teeth removed. Hersey had no sewage nor water service. We had a little pump at the kitchen sink. I think this went to a cistern somewhere. We did have electricity. My mother did her ironing at night to get better electricity. I dont remember about washing. We regularly had a hired girl. There was no school bus service. so girls from the country would stay with us, doing housework for board and room. I remember a party once, where we spread maple syrup on snow to make taffy. My father's sponsor was killed in 1935. My father was unemployed for six months and we lived on credit with groceries and rent. Our landlady was fantastically surprised one year when my father paid back all the rent.

Recent Shard

Today I attended a meeting of Friends of Justice. We discussed our views of social justice. This got me thinking about the activities I have been involved in. I. teaching parenting classes Lansing MI and Houston TX In 1963 I was depressed about the Kennedy assassination. My therapist suggested I teach a parenting class. I have found that my classes turn into group therapy. I taught women recommended by CPS for neglect. Mild abuse. Mostly these women had been abused themselves II. organizing a shelter for battered women Carbondale IL in the fall of 1973 I helped organize a women's center which flowered into a battered women's shelter. It recently celebrated its fortieth anniversary. I feel proud that we help start the movement against Domestic Violence. III. research on battered women Lansing MI in 1975. I was given a grant by NOW to survey how much domestic violence was present. I came to believe that every man on earth battered his wife. IV. In 1993 I joined an AIDS support group in Arlington TX as a grief support for myself. One of my best friends, a co-author, died of AIDS in 1987. I made a panel for the AIDS quilt. I grieved today because most of the members of the support group died within months. V. Now I spend one morning a week in the Community Center at Broadway Baptist. I screen customers for Food Pantry. People can get food only every thirty days.

Shard from Hersey

One of the earliest memories of my mother is watching her at the kitchen table tutoring some high school student in Latin. My mother taught language in high school before her marriage. She majored in German but when she came to graduate, the teaching of German was forbidden because of World War One. My mother was at work organizing the town of Hersey. I remember one Halloween when she organized an apple dipping contest for all the children. My mother organized a town orchestra. The orchestra met in our living room to rehearse. I was shocked because the guitar player had a naked woman painted on his instrument. My mother organized a players group in town. One performance I was sitting in the audience when my mother directed the orchestra and the play. Remember those aptitude tests when you were asked do you want to be music director or play director? I assumed one could be both. And the Chinese laterns hanging in the yard, transforming life into fantasy.

Pets in Hersey

The other day I found a dog tag from 1928. We briefly had a dog whom I dont remember. This dog was stolen. As a consequence my father said no more dogs. We will have chickens for pets. So he got three little chicks from his brother-in-law, supposedly bantams. Well... as the chicks grew up it was clear that they were game cocks. Tip, Pip and Kayo. Kayo lived for many years, harassing every female who came into the yard. I have no idea how a chicken knew about human gender. When a woman came into the yard, he would lower his wing and attempt to herd her into his harem. He nearly killed my Grandma Schulta. Grandma was keeping him while we were on vacation. Kayo spurred a blood vessel in her leg. I dont know what happened next. This is one of those childhood mysteries. My last memories of Kayo were watching my Grandma Scamehorn fend him off with a broom. Grandma was living with us then.

SHARDS TO HERSEY

I cannot consciously remember how hersey looks, and one summer on a trip through Wyoming I stayed overnight in a small town. Strolling after dinner through town I found a park I had seen before, wooded space tucked into the curve of the river. later I visited Hersey and there was the park. I had forgotten the river which cuts through Hersey. I winged my way around town on my roller skates. The hollyhocks were higher than my head and the cicadas were singing. The sun seemed hot to me and the air was breathless. The grass was higher than my head and I was afraid of all the mysterious beasties lurking in the greenery. My best friend was Avis Johnson. Every Sunday after church I went home with Avis to have dinner and play all afternoon, riding back with the Johnsons to evening church service. I remember staging a wedding with Avis. For us the big attraction was bridal finery. We each had a window curtain for bridal veil. Another day we played Indian among the corn shocks. Farmers raised field corn to feed their stock over the winter. After the ears had been harvested, the corn was cut and stood in shocks to dry out to be used as silage. Corn was stored in huge cylindrical buildings called silos, where it fermented to make fresh fodeder for cows. And then there was the end of the world. One summer we visited Uncle Phil in St. Louis, Missouri. It was hot there. Aunt Pauline had two neices staying with her, and one hot night they babysat my sister and me. Those two girls had outlandish names which I cant remember. I guess they were teen agers. They had been reading in the papers about some man who was predicting the end of the world. I lay in bed shivering in the hot night -- terrified. For weeks I was terrified about the coming end of the world. finally, in desparation i suppose, my fater began to indulge in strange antics. We would be sitting at the table eating a meal when suddenly my father would exclaim "The end of the world is coming!" He would run out on the front porch to look for the end of the world. Of course, he was mistaken. It wasn't coming just then.

When the stock market crashed I was three years old. By the time this event had become meaningful to me, the depression was nearly over. Yet the patterns of my life were set by this event. For the generation to which my parents belonged, this was the end of the American dream. My grandmother's life savings of $17 bought me a watch for my graduation from high school. Actually, the depression had been creeping up on the Midwest for some years. During the First World War, the farmers of the midwest had borrowed money to expand during a period of high grain prices. After the War, during the twenties, prices fell and farmers lost their farms. In Iowa, where I was born, the depression was full blown by 1929. So my father made a decision to move back to Michigan, influenced by my mother's desire to be closer to her parents. The glacier that came down from the north creating the Great Lakes stopped just in time to create Michigan, the beautiful peninsula. Glacial moraine covered the northern half of this peninsula, providing the appropriate soil to produce the tall pines. The masts of the tall ships came from Michigan. For half a century the loggers clear cut this forest, leaving behind the stumps. For this soil was not productive for agriculture. At the edge of this moraine lay a gravel pit, providing the basis for a town named Hersey. It was to this town that we moved in the summer of 1929 when I was three years old. My little sister had just been born, and she was not doing well. I remember her lying in a box on the open oven door of the range in our kitchen. Aunts and cousins came to stay with us to help take care of her. Finally my folks took the drastic step of taking Persis to the city of Grand Rapids to find a doctor specialist. He diagnosed the problem as pyloris spasms. That is, the muscle leading from stomach to intestines would spasm and Persis would vomit. The solution was to feed the baby solid foods such as mashed banana. The whole countryside was shocked. Nobody fed a baby solid food until the baby had teeth. My sister flourished.

SHARDS FROM THE PAST

This is an account of a Journey through time/space, from one world to another. The story begins in a rural village and ends in an imperial city of light. My generation came of age in a science fiction world, a world for which we were not prepared. What I never understood from all my reading of history is that culture change idual. History books condense generations into one page, and one never gets the notion that every year sees an almost imperceptible alteration, like the design of automobiles where small annual chages accumulate until the design is completely different. > > > Memories are not linear, like a documentary. They hop and skip around, highlighted with strobe lights. I can arrange my memories in some sort of chronological order. My earliest memory is finding that my baby sister had arrived. She was born at home, in an apartment in a boy's dormitory at Ellsworth College where my father was a history professor. I came home in the morning to find her sleeping in a bassinet, covered by my blanket. I walked across and snatched my blanket. I was three years old. > > to be continued

Back to Blogging

I have not blogged since 2010. Nobody was reading my blog. Will begin anew.

April 21, 2010

Lady Chica has a Bedtime To Do list. After we get home from the park the dogs get fed. Then she wants her toy laden with peanut butter. (Blitzen gets it after she is finished. He doesn't get one bc he takes everything into the living room and messes up the rug.)
Then LC demands a treat, a cookie. And then she goes to sleep.

Wednesday 6 am. Up for a pit stop. I have been writing something called Ghost Town, about my childhood in rural Michigan.
Persis: what year did you sell the old homestead?

10 AM Woke in a panic from a dream. I am going to Walgreen's to develop pics of Martha addressing invitations to her wedding. It goes in the "Wedding Scrapbook". This will not have pics of the wedding. Just the circumstances. My view of it all.
The wedding is May 1 in Green bay Wisconsin where Jeff's family live. Our family is scattered about the country. So we will be converging on Friday.
The pups go to visit Pup on Thursday. The grandsons have been put in charge of me. They will get me to the plane. I hope they can get me thru O'Hare where we change planes.
Martha arranged the ceremony and the reception so that I can take a nap.
Jeff expects the "elderly" to leave early in the reception. (Elderly being Martha's fa, mo and step mo.)

Got some pics from Walgreen's. Stopped by Senior Center and got leftovers from the luncheon. Came home and took a nap. Mildred baked a cake for Oda Mae's and Russ" birthday and invited the neighbors. One of our neighbors is moving this month bc she can no longer live alone. That leaves three out of six.

Off to Lea's for PPQS. We ought to be able to finish yellow and green batik tonight. This quilt is going to Lea's former sister-in-law. Her former husband's sister.

Blitzen's Tale
Lady Chica's Tale
What happens at Pup's stays at Pup's.

BOOK REVIEW
Stephen White, *Warning Signs* (2002)
Alan Gregory series. This book has a far fetched plot: a young man is setting off bombs all over the city of Denver.
Dr. Gregory has a new patient, a woman who hints around that her son is planning something like the Columbine action. As usual, Gregory is torn between patient confidentiality and warning somebody. He has a duty to warn the police or the victim if somebody makes a direct threat, but this is only a woman talking in generalities.
I enjoyed the book despite not believing in the reality of it.


Hugs, Dr. Liz

April 20, 2010

Baptis Center I am still asleep.
By 9:15 I had processed six units.
M-1, M-2, M-2, M-2, W-4, M-1

M-1, M-1, W-1 by 9:50 am


M-2, M-1, M-2, M-2 by 11:00

M-2, M-1,M-3 until we close at 11:30. Sixteen units today. Only one family.

Came home, took a short nap and had a massage.
Strange evening at the dog park. Not one dog barked. I wanted to send some background noise to a friend. Some puppies and I mean puppies wanted to play with B and LC but the latter rejected the pups. LC could get nobody to run with her.

Blitzen's Tale
None of our regular big busters were there. Just some new dogs who looked at us and wondered why. I wandered around smelling.

Lady Chica's Tale
I stood at the fence and stood at the fence. Nobody came. One or two big busters came and sniffed at my nose. They just did not understand. Chance and Buddy didn't come.

Now 7 PM. I guess I will just sit and read tonight. Maybe a nap.

BOOK REVIEW
Michelle Gagnon, *Bone Yard* (2008)
Not for the squeamish. Scenes of torture. I did not anticipate that. The book starts mildly enuf. Some bones are found on the Appalachian Trail. A forensic scientist is called in. Special Agent Kelly Jones of the FBI is sent to the case bc bones are found in both Mass and Vermont. Eventually two bodies are found in New York state.
A serial killer has been killing young male prostitutes for ten years. He has buried the bodies but somebody dug them up and spread them around the trail.

Hugs, Dr. Liz

April 19, 2010

Up t 9:30 AM LC was washing my face again. And off to Wendy's. It is chilly again. And I had put almost all my winter clothes away and pulled out my pack of shorts.

Judy reported the latest news. She has cable and watches the news shows. Bill Clinton has been ob eding about political anger. I think and Judy agrees that it is all basically racist.

The computer techs instlled Open Office on my machine and it is too complex for me. I cannot figure out how to set up a data base. I think I will install my old Works. I had been thinking about installing Works word processing bc it is more IdiotUser Friendly.
Well, Works will not install on this computer. Ha.

I was too wired to take a nap. Finally we went to dog park. Nothing much happenin'. I am exhausted from struggles with computer.

Blitzkrieg's Tale
Well, there was a young filly who was eager to run, but there was an older male dog who kept pestering her. Ruined our running.

Lady Chica's Tale
We were ready to go home when Buddy appeared. So he and I did a few short runs to say hello. I finally got Mom to chase me --- when I walked. I can walk faster than she can.

Oda Mae just brot me a piece of strawberry pie. Oh, yum!!!!

BOOK REVIEW
Stephen White, *Remote Control* (1997)
Alan Gregory series.
At any one time the thrillers are concerned with one subject. Just now (2010) the subject is terrorists. See White's latest book. During the late nineties the subject was technology.
This book is involved with imaginary advances in technology. One is able to record feelings and another person can experience the feelings.
A man being with a woman is recorded, and various people are out to get that disc. I can't remember when we knew who the villain was.

April 18, 2010

Twas the 18th of April in 75
Hardly a man is still alive
Who remembers that famous
Day and Year.

Saturday night. Hard drive home in the rain but I am glad it has cooled off, sparing my Air. We saw four One Act plays at UTA. Each play was sort of a sketch. Good acting. My defination of good acting means one thinks it is real.

8:30 AM Dressing for religious services.

2:40 PM Sunday School class was interesting this morning and it was fascinating how it blended with the sermon.
During lunch the high school kids put on a program to raise money for their spring mission trip. They sang songs of the sixties, dressed for the part. It was titled LOL and it sure did.
Slight rain. I am about to take my nap.

Dog park was beaucoup uncomfortable. chilly with a breeze blowing. Always a breeze blowing by the Trinity. West Fork. Blitzen got the big dogs all fired up and they tried to have a fight.

Blitzkrieg's Tale
That boxer and I really got into it. He was serious about it. Then he went off and tried to get in a fight with a border collie. Not many dogs around.

Lady Chica's Tale
I have to admit that I got into beside Blitzen, with that boxer. The boxer got really, really fired up. He wasn't cool.

I ache tonight. Probably a front coming in.

BOOK REVIEW
Helen Perjean, *Dead Man Walking* (1993)
The play is like a prologue to the book. The book was written ten years after the execution of the person in the play. In fact, the personality of the person in the play is a composite of the first two prisoners counseled by Prejean.
Perjean is a nun working in the housing projects of New Orleans when she is asked to write a letter to a man on death row. Eventually she becomes his religious counselor and walks with him to the place of execution.
In the process of seeking a reprieve for this man, Prejean becomes an advocate for doing away with capital punishment. Prejean also meets with the family of the victims.


Hugs, Dr. Liz

April 16, 2010

9:30 am. I am euphoric. Back online. I was so discouraged last night. Off to tai chi ce matin.

1:00 PM Went to tai chi. Read paper and ate nibbles at Senior Center. Returned to computer. I had not thought about what I would wipe out. My lists of books read is GONE. Emails are saved on web. I save pictures so they can be replaced. In the old days all my emails saved would be erased. Maybe I have Kodak or something on the web.

I keep seeing ads for exercises to keep one's brain active. Seniors need to exercise their brains. I strongly recommend putting together one's computer.

4:15 PM LC can be such a pest when she wants me to get up. She washes my face. I cant find my grocery list. I know I am forgetting something.
And then she just lay under the table in the park.

Blitzkrieg's Tale
We didn't do much running tonight. I was all tired out from last night.

Lady Chica's Tale
Milo has joined our Running Group. He is a pale tan little thing, looks like a chihuahua/terrier mix. I mostly lay around under the table. Mom went over to the canopy to talk with Ray.

BOOK REVIEW
Stephen White, *Blinded* (2008)
Alan Gregory series. Again Alan is in conflict over the need for patient confidentiallity. One of Dr. Gregory's patients tells him that her husband has committed murder. Alan is pressured to call the police. Events unwind.
Sam PUrdy, Alan's policeman friend, is invited to eat turdurken for Thanksgiving dinner. I have wondered how it gets sliced.




Hugs, Dr. Liz

April 13, 2010

Managed to get out of bed.

Baptist Center
10:00 am. So far 7 units. The first four people came before 9:30.
M (3), F (5), F(2). Here comes another customer.

Here is my job. A person comes in wanting groceries. First I ascertain their residence. People must live in a certain area of 76104. The food bank is fussy about that. We require a picture id and something mailed to the address.
I then look up the person on the computer. People can get groceries every thirty days. If the person has not gotten groceries recently, I give that person a number and he or she can go back to the food pantry.
Today we had three or four who did not live in the area. We had one person who came only three weeks ago. Judy showed her a list of other places to go and talked with her. (Judy is our director.)

So then I came home and took a nap.

The dogs insist on going to the park after I get up from my nap. The usual. I sat around chatting on such a lovely evening.

Blitzkrieg's Tale
I really got under the skin of that old bulldog on the other side of the fence. Ha ha. We had a lot of guys running. Came home all tired out.

Lady Chica's Tale
Buddy never came near the fence. Lots of guys to run with. Finally I just lay down on the grass. This little puppy came to play with me. He turned over on his back and I didn't really know what to do with him.

Andso it goes.

BOOK REVIEW
Lou Manfredo, *Rizzo's War* (2009)
This is a true police procedural. Joe Rizzo and Mike McQueen are New York policemen. The book is a day by day account of their activities.
I loved the book. Several reviews on Amazon.com and most found something to complain about. One reviewer called it an "almost book". It is not a thriller. No shooting. And they negotiated with the Hell's Angels.

finish

Hugs, Dr. Liz

April 12, 2010

Correction: Author of *Hard Rain* is David Rollins.

Judy took Szabo to the vet for his annual. So we met at Wendy's at noon. The girl taking our order said, "You're late today." Later the manager came over and said, "You were late today." He seemed to thinking taking the dog to the vet was an acceptable excuse.

Judy came up with my reaction exactly to the plane crash of the Polish president. Why were all the top people in the same plane?

judy's husband is out of work and home underfoot. Judy is tearing out her hair.
2:21 PM Ready to take my nap.

After my nap we went to the dog park. Pefect weather again. Buddy was there and dogs ran until they got tired.

Blitzkrieg's Tale
Buddy was there and Cassius came later. So we had some racing pals. We got tired out.

LadyChica's Tale
Blitzen told it all. We ran a lot. Then we sat down under the bench where Mom was chatting.



BOOK REVIEW
Lyn MacDonald, *They called it Passchendaele* (1978)
I finally understand what they were doing in WWI. From 1915 until 1918 the Brits were holding (with the help of the Ladies from Hell, the Dunks and the Anzacs) a sliver of land around Ypres on the border between Belgium and France.
I could only read 54 pages of 230. Both sides built trenches and just stayed there. The British lost 430,000 men and the Germans as many.
One million men killed. The farmers are still finding shells.
The book is full of first hand accounts of the activities day by day.


Hugs, Dr. Liz

April 11, 2010

7 AM Up for a pit stop. I was having a dream but it has slipped awyay. I have slept well. I am going with Martha and jeff to visit the Spring Blossom show at Dallas Arboretum. Then we will have lunch.
Up at 9:30 am. Whine. Whine. Complain Complain. Every morning I have to walk around getting ---

I managed to feed and walk dogs, get dressed, ready by 11:30. Dallas Arboretum is on the other side of dallas. The azalea were out of this world. We had never seen them in full bloom. They were gorgeous. So many of them.
We walked for an hour and a half. We sat down and rested every so often.

Then we went to lunch at Cheesecake Factory. I couldn't make up my mind and Martha wanted dessert. I had shephards pie. Meat mixture with mashed potatoes on top. Good. I took a piece of cheesecake home. I have never tasted cheesecake like that.

They drove me home. The dogs allowed me to sleep for two hours. Then Blitzen barked and Lady Chica licked my face. I was forced to get up and we went to the park. Not many people there. Dogs found things to chase, like horses in the distance.

Blitzkrieg's Tale
We couldn't get the busters going. On sunday people are there who only come once in a while. They dont understand how to make it happen. We saw horses off across the field.

Lady Chica's Tale
Well, we got a lot of running back and forth to the front fence and back again. None of the big dogs would run. One little bird dog was scared of me on the other side of the fence.

8 PM I may just go to bed. I am tired.

BOOK REVIEW
Harold Rollins, *Hard Rain*, (2008)
I hope his hard rain is fantasy. It is radioactive waste from munitions.
Vin is a special investigator for the Air Force. He and his partner/former lover are sent to Turkey to investigate the murder of an AF officer.
The story is pure chase, from one murder to another, from falling into a cistern for four days, to a vast conspiracy.

Hugs, Dr. Liz

April 10, 2010

10:30 am. Debating about going back to bed. My journall has been dull lately. I am recovering from having teeth pulled. It takes a lot of energy.

My need for sleep seems insatiable. I slept until Martha woke me at 12:30 noon to finalize arrangements for tomorrow. We are going on the Spring Blossom tour at Dallas Arboretum. I have to choose between lunch at Cheesecake Factory and lunch at Blue Mesa. And the Wedding. Many of us are going to Greenbay WI for Martha's wedding. I am sharing a hotel room with my granddaughter. , Brianna. The grandchildren have been put in charge of me.

Well, we went to the park. Not many dogs and most were strangers. Only the little bulldog Kevin. Kevin and Blitzen have come to some arrangement. They ignore each other.

Blitzkrieg's Tale
Cassius was there this afternoon and we got a lot of running in. All of us were tired out. I sat in the wading pool for a while.

Lady Chica's Tale
Cassius is a boxer who is a year old. He just loves to run. I dont know much about him. He just runs. Killer is a little wimp, some kind of herding dog. He got in Cassius way and C had to jump over him. He kept trying to pick a fight with Cassius. Silly dog. He is half the size of C.

Took another nap.

BOOK REVIEW
Jeffery Deaver, *The Stone Monkey* (2002)
Lincoln Rhyme series. Rhyme is a forensic scientist rendered quadreplegic after an accident.
Now he consults with NYPD from his wheel chair. This is an interesting book and I wish I had not looked at the last chapter. Real surprise.
A cargo ship sinks off Long Island. Aboard the ship are illegal immigrants from China. Some manage to survive as does the "snakehead" (coyote) smuggling them into the country. The Ghost as the snakehead is called sets out to find and kill the illegals while Rhyme and various agencies hunt the Ghost. The story ends mostly happy.

April 9, 2010

After I managed to get myself up and over to the Senior Center, we did not have tai chi. A Health Fair was set up.
I took a virtual Alzheimer's Tour. I was debriefed with two younger women. I did not find it very strange. First of all, my normal mental state is such that reality is a buzzing surround. And age has slowed me down.
What frustrated the younger women was being so slow at doing tasks. We had to find a white jacket and put it on. Then we were to write 3 sentences to our family. Then fold towels. I never got to the other two tasks and had forgotten them. I was not frustrated.
The tour was set up to train aide workers in a care facility.

I came home, ate lunch and took a nap. Then off to the dog park where we stayed a couple hours in the perfect weather. Perfect. sunny and cool

Blitzkrieg's Tale
We did a lot of running off and on. Ray brot his wading pool and we surely enjoyed that. I like to walk around the edge of the field, smelling all the smells. I have to keep an eye on Mom, however, so that she doesn't leave without me.

Lady Chica's Tale
I had such a good time sitting in the wading pool. Nothing like a dip in the pool after a good run. Mom has been staying longer at the park in this nice weather. I just like to lie in the grass.

Well, I am missing part of Bill Moyer's journal, altho both Judy and I say it depresses us.



Hugs, Dr. Liz