Brenda Margriet Tells her story
here, but she was the smarty-pants who gave us this great topic too.
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Brenda said, Telling stories is as old as the first time a caveman came back from a hunt and told about the big one that got away. Every family and relationship has a story or two that gets told at every get-together. What’s that story in your family? What’s that tale that everyone loves to hear told over and over again?
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Okay, so I come from a family of story tellers. My grandmother use to tell fabulous stories about surviving Eastern Europe during World War I. As a Jewish family she had some unbelievable stories. My mother tells stories about the things she did as a teenager growing up in the Bronx, NY. She would ride horses in Central Park. She had a beautiful voice and understudied for a professional company at only sixteen years old. She would say that my grandmother followed her around and sat keeping an eagle eye on all the men who came close to her little girl.
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Still today, I thought we would revisit a story about me and my older brother. He hated this story and would groan every time anyone told it. Of course people told it all the time. I was about six and that means my brother was fourteen. He was vacuuming the den in our house in Long Island and I was laying of the floor. My parents were in the office adjacent to the den and my other siblings were on the couch. I don’t really remember it, but I would bet my brother told me to get up a few times before he thought it would be funny to go ahead and vacuum my very very long hair. It probably never occurred to him that the rollers would catch my hair. I’m sure he never thought, it would rip a big clump of hair right out of my head. I screamed so loud my parents came running out. My poor brother was in shock and didn’t even turn off the vacuum.
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My most vivid memory of the moment was my parents hysteria and my poor brother feeling terrible. I had a bald spot for a long time and still have the cowlick. Love you, Lou! Sorry to tell this story again. LOLOLOL
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That’s it for me, Keep on hopping for a story from fabulous
Leslie Hachtel
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Sadly ever after . . . unless some dreams really do come true?
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Elinor Burkenstock never believed in fairy tales. Sure, she’s always been a fool for love—what woman isn’t? But Elinor knows the difference between fiction and truth. Daydreams and reality. True love and false promises. . . . Until the unthinkable happens, and Elinor’s engagement is suddenly terminated and no one, least of all her fiancé, will tell her why.
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Sir Michael Rollins’s war-hero days seem far behind him when, after one last hurrah before his wedding, he gets shot and his injuries leave him in dire shape. He wants nothing more than to marry Elinor, the woman of his wildest dreams. But Elinor’s father forbids it . . . and soon Michael is faced with a desperate choice: Spare Elinor a life with a broken man or risk everything to win her heart—until death do they part?
Ouch! That must have hurt so much!!