And when I’m gone….

When I’m gone (another 30 good years please), I hope my spirit gets to hover about in this world for about a week.  Just until after the memorial service is over and the house is cleaned out.
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I am a Mannequin American

Today’s post is being guest-written by Charlotte

Allow me to introduce myself to you.  My name is Charlotte Jane Goodall, and I am the adopted daughter of Nancy Burks Worcester, ventriloquist extraordinaire.  She is a human, bless her heart.
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The Life of a Travelling Ventriloquist

The life of a travelling storyteller/ventriloquist is one of ups and downs. This year my January had four shows – that may not sound like much, but it was a 400% improvement over last year!

The end of February and the beginning of March however are one of my favorite times of the year. Those months include my visits to the American School of Tampico, in Mexico and the First Presbyterian Church of Dearborn, Michigan. This was my tenth visit to Tampico, and my sixth to Dearborn.
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Did a Music Teacher Change Your Life?

Yes.  Yes, she did.  Her name was Frances Parr and she was my music teacher at Rosemont Elementary school in Dallas for the two years I attended there – 1963-1965.  Since two years was the longest we ever lived ANYWHERE,  I relished my time there.  It was a treat to start a school actually knowing someone.
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Ash Wednesday… Listen

I hated church when I was a kid.  I knew without a doubt that when I grew up I would NEVER go to church because I hated everything about it. Except my grandmother.

“When I grow up I will wear a dress like this and I will be this beautiful, and I will never, ever, ever go to boring church again.”

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