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- More than just Pretty Faces
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All posts by Galloping Grandma
GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: Thankful, again, I guess
JACKSON HOLE, WYO – Once upon a time a bunch of people in odd-looking clothes boarded an odd-looking ship and sailed to a foreign shore where they hoped to acquire some beachfront property and go into business....
- Posted November 26, 2013
GALLOPING GRANDMA: Coots on Wheels
JACKSON HOLE, WYO – On a dull Sunday afternoon some years ago, Mavis Merch was working at the Stop ‘n’ Shop checkout counter when Fred and Flo Finzie entered the parking lot in their 1975 Cadillac. Instead...
- Posted October 29, 2013
GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: Who you callin’ wholesome?
JACKSON HOLE, WYO – When we were little girls we all wanted to be Shirley Temple. She was cute, rich, famous, had great clothes and lived in Hollywood. I am sure she didn’t want to be us with...
- Posted October 1, 2013
Gallopin’ Grandma: Sunbeams aren’t for everyone
JACKSON HOLE, WYO – My friend Lawanda recently quit her job at Psychic World in Jackpot, Nev. She was tired of reading palms, peering into tea leaves, casting spells and warding off curses. Lawanda sold her crystal...
- Posted September 3, 2013
Galloping Grandma: High school Diss-union
I recently got a note from my old pal Lawanda. We have been chums since eighth grade gym class, when the gym teacher accused us of setting fire to the girl’s bathroom. She said we were...
- Posted August 6, 2013
GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: Fish out of water
JACKSON HOLE, WYO – When I grew up in the great out there, the closest I came to nature was Gertrude, the giant mama pig on my uncle’s farm, and Wilma, the possum who came by to eat...
- Posted June 25, 2013
GALLOPING GRANDMA: The blobster
JACKSON HOLE, WYO – In case you are wondering, a blobster is one of those things that wash ashore on the beach and no one knows what it is. It is usually smelly, disgusting, squishy and unloved. It...
- Posted May 28, 2013
GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: The other white meat
JACKSON HOLE, WYO – I had a ham sandwich for lunch and it reminded me of my friend, Gertrude, the big momma pig back in my hometown of Corn Cob. I had written recently that she had sent...
- Posted April 30, 2013
Galloping Grandma: Amazed in the Land of Odd
When I grew up in the big “out there” long ago, concepts like wellness and working your core were alien to us. If you saw someone running they were probably being chased by someone’s dog. We knew...
- Posted March 12, 2013
Galloping Grandma: It’s a regional thing
Some time ago I moved from the flatlands of Corncob, Iowa to here, the land of pointy hills and low oxygen levels. It has been a big change and my lungs are unhappy and threatening to explode....
- Posted February 12, 2013