Tag: Heaven to Betsy
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To be pretty. And grown up.
For me, it was dangly earrings, curly hair and contacts. For Anne Shirley, it was upswept hair and long skirts. For Betsy Ray, it was no freckles and curly hair. And for Mona, it was a bob and red nail polish. Those beacons to girls of what it might be to be grown up. And…
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The best presents. . .
I admit it–my favorite part of Christmas just might be presents. And it’s not so much the receiving (though don’t get me wrong–I do love receiving), but the giving. It’s the joy in finding just the right thing, something that is more than the sum of its parts, and seeing the reaction when it hits its mark.…
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The beginning
Thus far, the vast majority of books that I’ve talked about here are ones I first read as a child. I grew up with Anne and Jo and Laura. But there’s one very important exception. I didn’t discover Betsy Ray until I was an adult–halfway through college. Oh, I had heard about the Betsy-Tacy books, largely…
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Everybody poops. . .
For anyone who spends any time with children, there are certain questions and subjects that come up over and over again. Subjects like bathrooms and poop. At a museum like ours, this comes up fairly frequently. We have outhouses, including one two-seater (glamour!). We also have donkeys–you can always tell when they poop in front…
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