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Monthly Archives: March 2024
Window Shopping: A Ferry Tale
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The author recounts childhood visits to Seattle for window shopping and ferry rides aboard the Kalakala. The art deco ferry, shops like Eddie Bauer and REI, and department stores such as Frederick and The Bon Marche made the trips memorable. The narrative concludes with the demise of these establishments, leaving behind nostalgia for a bygone era. Continue reading
Posted in design, essay, Memoir
Tagged colman-dock, eddie-bauer, ernst-hardware, frederick-nelson, kalakala, rei, seattle, the-bon-marche, writing
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Judy’s Recliner
Duane H. Fickeisen©2024 Her recliner sits under-used near the front door. A blanket is draped over the back. A gift from her daughter brought from the woolen mill in Johnson, Vermont. Occasionally a grandchild will sit in it. Sometimes siblings … Continue reading
Posted in death, essay, grief
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The Last Grapefruit
Duane H. Fickeisen©2024 I ate the last one this morning—The last from the last bag.It may have been my last ever.They were good this year. Ruby reds—consolation in grief.She couldn’t eat them—Some interaction with a drug.I abstained in solidarity. I … Continue reading
Posted in death, grief, poetry
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