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Clara Barton Cara Barton was a Civil War nurse, she founded The Red Cross, and since lots of my friends don't know who she is, I decided to write an article on her. Clara Barton was born December 25 1821 in Oxford, Massachusetts, she was the youngest of five children born of Sarah and Stephen Stone . Clara's childhood was hard because kids teased her about her looks and because she acted like a tomboy. She was also very shy. When Clara was 11 years old, her brother fell off a building under construction. For the next few years Clara nursed him back to health. ...
So lately I have been finding myself obsessed with anything WWII and 1940s...so naturally I was overly excited about dressing up for our annual Harvest Party (we don't do Halloween). After many ideas that came and went, I finally settled on "WWII agent", and ideas and grand plans started whirling around my head immediately, Goodwill here I come. I started by combing every Goodwill store for suits that would match this particular time period. I came up with a beautifully colored pant suit, which fit me well enough. Of course I should also mention that I don't wear pants...ugh...first road block. The transforming of the slacks into a pencil skirt was perfect, and after many adjustings and slips to cover up unseemly lines and lumps, we did it!! The shoes...ah...the shoes...this is a very long story, but to shorten it I will just say that I had been looking for them for months, I wanted a pair that were nice, American made, non 3 inch...
On today's episode of screaming into the void: That's Not My Story. Mama and I enjoyed a long walk today and shared our feelings on the day's happenings. And we came upon the subject of our stories and what we base ourselves on. Getting aggravated with people who use their past or present struggles as a way to gain pity/love/attention. And realizing that sitting there listening to them talk about their horrible experience (for the tenth time), I suddenly feel the urge to stop them. To slap them and tell them that even though I (or most people for that matter) dont talk about our issues, they're there. And they are big in our lives even if we don't tell every single soul we meet and use it as our Instagram bio. I'm tired of hearing about your problems already. I'm struggling to keep it together as it is. I'm not tired of hearing about peoples problems...I'm tired of hearing people expertly manipulate a conversation into talking about THEIR problems......
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