An Invitation to the Mallory Family Reunion!

You Are Invited!


The Mallorys, Bacons, O’Flahertys, etc.

Family Reunion.

June 20, from 10:30 a.m. to ?????

The Lake.

A favorite dish, plus $25.00 per couple, $7.50 per child, to help defray the cost of renting The Northwest Quadrant of the Winnehaha Pavilion.

Sally Millhouse, (712) 555-1234

We’ll be sitting for family portraits!


Follow Samantha as she prepares for the family reunion. As she hunts for artifacts for the family display, she finds this old letter:

Oct. 29, 1959 (I am sorry this is late)

Dear Auntie,

Thank you for the $10 for my birthday. I will buy a pretty red pink blue dress you will like (I hope). I am skinney now, dr. Noonan put me on a strick diet (ugh!). Lettuce, cellery and cottage cheese.


Mrs. Niles died last month, Nana says she wieghed over 500 lbs, I would DIE if I weighed over 500 lbs. I am in the St. Bonyfi Boniface chior now, we sang at Mrs. Niles funneral.

L♥ve Sammy

PS: Nana says Mrs. Niles was buried in a piano crate!

(Samantha Anne Mallory, age 9)

C'mon in!

This is a must-attend event!

A command performance!

The family awaits you!

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Sunday, May 4, 2008

Part I: Journeys (Chapter 16)


I-29 & I-680–Northbound

You kid me now about being off key, but I used to have a pretty good voice. Did you know that? Well, it’s true. In seventh grade choir, I had this lilting soprano that bounced back and forth throughout the church, even during Requiem Mass.

You’ve never really lived until you’ve heard “Dies Irae” belted out by a 12-year old soprano in the throes of a hormone war: Dies Irae, dies illa,/ Solvet saecleum in favilla:/ Teste David cum Sybylla./ Quantus tremor est futurus,/ Quando Judex est venturus,/ Cuncta stricte discussurus!/ Tuba, mirum spargens sonum, Per sepulcra regionum..../

Who cares what it MEANS? Supposedly knocked off three years Purgatory time every time we sang it.

“Remember, Samantha Anne,” the nun who directed the choir always warned before Requiem Mass, “no Indulgences if you sing too loud.”

Then when I turned 13, my voice began to crack somewhere between a soprano and an alto, and I gained 15 pounds.

So the voice went, but the hormones raged on–

For the rest of the year, the fat child stopped singing, lip-synching her way through eighth grade choir. I lost a lot of Indulgences, I’m sure, maybe even backsliding a bit.

And then high school and the unavoidable hootenannies and sing-alongs....More lip-synching.

Even now, I don’t like singing in public. It’s just too down and dirty personal. You’re just too goddamn vulnerable when you open your mouth wide and sing from the gut like the choir nun wanted us to do. You never know what’s going to come out.

Or go in.

Besides, I’ve never been able to figure out what would REALLY happen if the fat lady sang.

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