The Schnauzer—Friday Fairings This Friday Fairing was a Christmas gift from my nephews and nieces in 1999. My squirrel-chasing, “Happy Birthday” singing Schnauzer, Schatzi, went for his last vet visit on September 9 of that year. When I opened the package, my second nephew Asa said, “We wanted to give you Schatzi back.” This Schatzi
From Grandpa Ribbens: a Friday Fairing This was one of the Around the World Treasures series of books reprinted by Franklin Watts Inc. It was illustrated in color and black and white by Charles Mozley, with an introduction by author Noel Streatfeild. I’ve had several editions of this story in my lifetime. Once, a Press
Head cold. An Unwanted Fairing Few, but succinct words needed: This one isn’t at all welcome. Re-gifting is also inappropriate. Go Away, Go Away, Go Away.
Memorabilia: a Souvenir a Fairing I remember watching the liftoffs from Cape Canaveral, while listening avidly to Walter Kronkite, and sitting on our braided rug, with my attention glued to the televised broadcast of each splashdown. Astronauts, heroes. My imagination thrilled to it. I was a handicapped child, yet I could participate, help heroes.
The Last Doll I Named a Friday Fairings post This is the last doll I named. Meet Agba. He’s 7 1/4 inches tall, and made of a wood I can’t name. He can bow, but rarely does, and his arms are held in position by a rubber band that has managed to retain its tension