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Stories:
Memoir
Mementos:
Steve Van Rooy tells us of "Things that Go BOOM!"
Our
Reader's Write:
New
section featuring our readers' comments,
vignettes & articles.
2003
Issues:
March - May
Recipes:
Frank
Cornelius' "Mamma's Hot Dish"...and
a delicious Kulfi (Indian Nutty Ice Cream)
Cultural
Connections:
Stan
and an Indian friend discuss Pakistan and India.
We review the movie, "Bend it Like Beckham".
And Sylvia Staub's poem, "Afternoon in Bengal".
Food
Adventures:
Margaret Deefholts' humorous tribute to two temperamental, but accomplished,
cooks from her childhood.
Reader
Reviews of Farewell the Winterline:
More
from our readers around the globe..
Tidbits & Snippets
Teeny tales, flashbacks & vignettes....worthy of a chuckle, a tear
or a sigh
Newsletter
Staff:
Editor: Cynthia
Brush
Graphics: Bill
Grey
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TIDBITS & SNIPPETS
Teeny tales, flashbacks & vignettes
....worthy of a chuckle, a tear or a sigh
Only in India
by
Art Sanford
Copyright 2003, Sunseeker Publishing
....a long-lost friend mentioned Pujara's store in
Khargpur. What memories of that shopping district!
A shoe store was near by. One day I went there to buy
a pair of oxfords and found just what I wanted. Tried
one on, It fit. So without looking at the other one,
bought them and went home. Well...they were the same
size, but not matching! So I went back, showed the
owner the ones I had bought, and said I wanted to return
them since they were not matching shoes. Well, he didn't
want to take them back since I had taken them home
with me. BUT, he smiled and said "I have another
pair just like them." He did and I bought them
and both he and I were happy.
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One day out in front of one of those stores, a missionary
had parked our brand new Ford Sedan. When he came out
there was a bull standing behind the car and an oxcart
in front. So he thought he would just nudge the bull
a bit with the car so it would move. He did and it
moved -- but to turn and, with his big head, just caved
in that brand new car trunk! Somebody once told me
to watch out for those bulls "They have the right
of weight."
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Another day I was across town from our home and saw
a procession coming down the street -- led by a band
of several pieces joyfully playing that old song "Bye
Bye Blackbird." What was it? As they came by I
saw it was a funeral group on their way to the burning
ghat for cremation!
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