That's her the year she arrived. Farmington Elementary changed that year and so did I.
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Her she is, traveling Europe; a true gold medalist in exceeding expectations. My Mom and my sister didn't listen....thank goodness too.
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My brother and I were in the same grade and said we were twins, my sister and I dressed like twins; I guess we confused a lot of people. Family resemblance can be a touchy subject but you can also have some fun with it. Life with the Thatcher's was never boring.
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My sister meeting her new parents at the San Fransisco Airport. She came needing three operations, not speaking English and a lot of courage. As a little girl I watched and learned and giggled a lot.
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Germans say children and drunks tell the truth. When my aunt adopted a plain white kid with no scars, my little sister stunned us with this question.
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I get it...he doesn't look like me. He is my brother and I have dealt with misunderstandings for years. Just this week a lady at a shop was staring at my sister and me; she couldn't understand the way we were talking about 'Mom.' Most of the time I ignore this but sometimes I play with people. A classical tale of my High School days.
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Overhearing someone have a conversation about diversity sparked this post. This picture of my sister's and I explains some of my past without words. I'm not re-inventing the wheel here but diversity does not mean what everyone thinks it means..What does it mean to you?
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#12907 was a beautiful girl with sad eyes yearning to be loved. Now she is a Mom of three, a grandma and my amazing sister. Was she scared when she came? Um, of course, she was! I don't know if she knows how much she has taught me.
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Doing research this week I read an old speech my brother gave. I included a very small excerpt and memory from all of Thatcher kids in this weeks post. Stuart, we miss you and your sense of humor. May it live on in your words. P.S. the little girl in the swimsuit is me. It was one with me all summer. My mom had to force it off of me to wash it.
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Do you want to stop by? Ring because I am used to this kind of atmosphere and mayhem. I was never lonely as a kid.... there was always something up in this big crazy family.
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Would you chop someone's fingers off? Would you dare? My sister did!
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I have told the story of my family so many times and from so many angles that I think everyone must know it. This isn't about my family but about all of us. I don't wear my story on a post it on my forehead, do you?
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