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Playtime in Perry, Iowa

by Jean McGavinJean McGavin 26 Jul 2017 15:41

When we were little, my sisters and brother had a big sandbox in the backyard. We used to play “Store” together, and would steal items from my Mom’s garden such as utilizing her rhubarb leaves as filet mignon, and cut the stalks to look like peppermint candies. She never seemed to notice or get upset with us!

How "The War" Affected Our Family

by Jean McGavinJean McGavin 20 Jul 2017 04:45

There were always two brass shells from World War I that decorated our dining room buffet. These were brought from France by my father as a souvenir from my father’s service in World War I.

A Special Friend

by Jean McGavinJean McGavin 17 Jul 2017 21:11

My childhood summers were spent in a magical place on Long Island called Westhampton. The beach was the principle attraction and swimming in the Atlantic Ocean ran a close second. Our summer home was about 6 miles away and I easily traveled this distance on a bicycle twice a day, plus a little farther to visit with my friends. Among this group was a special friend, Tibby. Her younger sister couldn’t pronounce her given name, Elizabeth, and called her Tibby. From then on she was called “Tibby”.

Professors Who Influenced My Life

by Jean McGavinJean McGavin 17 Jul 2017 20:52

Prior to World War II, I attended a small Methodist college which was largely liberal arts. This college had a mandatory ROTC from which I was called into active service in November 1942.

Favorite Foods Of Younger Days

by Jean McGavinJean McGavin 17 Jul 2017 20:43

I guess I was a little different as far as my favorite foods and treats went as a child. My mother had studied dietetics and was also an excellent cook so my favorite dishes were some of her specials like lamb croquettes and apple tapioca. I also loved a bowl of spinach topped with hard boiled egg. My grandmother who lived with us, had a stomach problem and we used to order acidophilus from the milkman. It was expensive and came as a very smooth cultured buttermilk. I loved it and was allowed small portions once in a great while. It was for Grandma so it became a very special treat for me. I told you I was different.

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