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HerbnArts: Adventures With Froggie...

HerbnArts: Adventures With Froggie... :     ...As I entered my kitchen door I encountered a soft green stuffed toy frog lying face down on the floor.  One leg was bent at a weird a...

Adventures With Froggie...

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    ...As I entered my kitchen door I encountered a soft green stuffed toy frog lying face down on the floor.  One leg was bent at a weird angle "Ouch!" I thought.  "Bet that hurts."  From the look of it the frog had lost his last tussle with my constantly active cat Squirt.  Ever since the day that Squirt discovered Froggy stashed in a bag of plush toys I had packed away in a box, I am continually finding the smiling green toy in the most unexpected locations around the house.  Each time I come across Froggy I return him to the chair in my living room.  I'm always amazed when Froggy finds his way to my upstairs rooms.  Sometimes I even find him on my bed.  One early morning I was awakened by Erratic bouncing movements at the end of my bed.  Squirt was dancing on his hind legs while tossing Froggy high in the air.  "Oh my gosh!" I mused.  "You really put that frog through a  rough time!"  I laughed as I watched Squirt having such a great time

Grandma's Glass...

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     ...As I cleaned up the garden area by my kitchen door, I rediscovered the colorful chunks of glass that were part of the decoration in my garden.  Fist-sized glass pieces had been layed around the base of a larger rock to add both color and texture to the garden design.  My Grandma Jesse had always had bright glass chunks scattered around in her gardens.  When she died I asked for the glass pieces from her gardens.  No one else in my immediate family showed an interest in the colored glass, so it was easy for the glass to come to me.  If only the others had know the story as to how Grandma got the glass, they might not have handed the color chunks over as readily.      Jesse and her siblings were originally from Byesville, Ohio.  In nearby Cambridge, there had been a glass works factory.  At one time or another various people in my family came to work at the glass works.  When I was a little kid Grandma took me and my cousins to visit the factory.  Piled in the factory yard like