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Carol A

Carol, I'm not sure when I will get 'round to your book recommendation, but wanted you to know I DID just make my first ever Kale salad, the one you featured a few days ago. Your good influence wafted on a cloud, so to speak, across the Midwest to my little corner of SW Ohio! Always look forward to your wise words and good ideas. An evening Porch Read is in my future, too.


Thanks for this rec. I'm always on the lookout for sunny afternoon reads.


I love your book reports. Thanks.

Because of Ken Burns documentary about one of baseball's greatest players--Jackie Robinson, I am reading a book by Myron Uhlberg.

Uhlberg, when he was 9 or 10 in 1947, was taken to see Jackie Robinson play baseball at Ebbets field in Brooklyn, N. Y. His father who was deaf took him there.

Uhlberg's short anecdote wrenched my heart lickety-split and I nearly started sobbing and I did sob later on in the bathroom.

Anyway...the books title is "Hands of my Father: A hearing boy, His Deaf parents, and the language of love." Copyright 2008.

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