Retired Principal Tales

Taking One Day at a Time

Tag: family

  • Thoughts on Living a Long Life

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    Susan Congrove
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    Living a long life is a goal of mine. During my life, I have lived pretty clean. I have not smoked, drank, or done any type of substance. I think there is something to heredity and living a long life. My grandpa was 99 when he passed away. He lived on a farm all of…

  • Playtime?

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    Susan Congrove
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    Any time I get the house to myself is playtime! I rarely get to just sit and not be interrupted by calls from my daughter yelling, “MOMMMMM!” She is forty two and on the spectrum at level 1 or 2. Usually, it is something not that important. Mommm….it’s going to rain tomorrow, or if I’m…

  • What Makes Me Feel Nostalgic?

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    Susan Congrove
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    Everyday I connect to my world by seeing something that reminds me of the past. I drive by my grandma and grandpa’s house built in the 1940s and think about all the good times I had there with my 14 cousins. Today, I rarely see my cousins ,and if I have contact, it is usually…

  • A Blessing in Disguise

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    Susan Congrove
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    No internet, no TV…for three days. That is what I have been dealing with these past three days. Finally, I’m back online. Spectrum is not on my list of favorites at the moment. Surprisingly, there has been good and bad in that lack of communication. Last night was our Christmas dinner. One of the granddaughters…

  • A Rarity

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    Susan Congrove
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    My former administrative assistant and I have something rare in common. Her husband and my daughter have both had liver transplants. In March, my daughter will celebrate the second anniversary of her transplant. My administrative assistant’s husband had a transplant a few days ago. Both had the transplant at the same hospital in the big…

  • I Will Always Wonder

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    Susan Congrove
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    My mother was from England. I have always wondered why she and my grandmother decided to make the voyage to live in the United States. She came to the US at the age of 17. She had graduated from Dormer-Wells School at that age. Upon arrival, she started to work at a bank in Boston.…

  • Those Teen Years

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    Susan Congrove
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    As my granddaughters enter the teen years, I pray for my daughter and daughter-in-law. I remember all too well how trying those times are. One minute, they are happy, and they love you so much. The next minute, you are the worst, and they are saying, “You hate me!” —and, worse, “I hate you!” Big…

  • God Help Our Society

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    Susan Congrove
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    In all of my years on Earth, I feel that our society is at an all-time low. I worry about this world for my kids and grandchildren. I wish they could grow up in the sixties like I did. Times seemed so innocent on the country farm as a child, but I know the times…

  • First Day

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    Susan Congrove
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    The first day of school is just not the same. I miss it. I can’t wait for the kids to come home and tell me about their day. Of course, I will ask them what they learned, and they will say the infamous “nothing”. I always laugh when they tell me that because I know…

  • And Insurance Companies Know Best…NOT

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    Susan Congrove
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    After three attempts, my daughter finally had low enough glucose readings to be able to complete the PET scan. The test did not show what we wanted. She still will have to go back for more treatment, even though much progress was made and the size of the areas in question have shrunk a significant…