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Monthly Archives: March 2019
The Time My Pap-pa Saved Me From a Bear
When I was a toddler, my dad was stationed in Seattle, Washington. We lived in Kirkland. While we lived out there, my grandparents – my mother’s parents, Hoyt and Willie Cook – drove out there to visit, and we all … Continue reading
Posted in Genealogy, My Life
Tagged bear, camping, family history, family story, Yellowstone
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Rhyme Schemes and Daydreams 