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The Raggedy Man

6/16/2025

This is who my dad named me after...some dumb poem by James Whitcomb Riley. From the very beginning when I came to live with my dad and GrandMaud, I had his whole set of works inside a bookshelf in my bedroom. I'm sure the moths have had their way with the novels, now, though. Elizabeth Ann is my name. Thank GOD he didn't name me 'Lizbeth Ann. :) Happy Father's Day, Daddy! Yes, I remembered what you told me, that poetry is important and that soon it will die out. Thanks for that. <3

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My name is Elizabeth, and I come bearing gifts. I have a story to tell, you see. Several stories, really. I joke that writing is cheaper than therapy, and it is true that writing has been life-changing for me in so many ways.

I want you to feel free to click the YouTube arrow to play the music while you're indulging yourself here. Go ahead, put it on loop for the time it takes you to read the entire passage. I promise, you won't be sorry. Why, I listen on loop as I write these memories, these scenarios, these monumental lessons of my life. You know, so I can feel the music inside of me. It is my belief that we, all of us, have memories linked to the things we love most: Beauty, Food, Scent, Touch, and Sound.

With this blog, it is my intention to honor those memories through the five senses. We will explore together a little bit of art, food, smelly-goods, tactile pleasures, and melodies that take us allllll back, all the way back. I invite you to come along for the drive, so to speak, because I have lots to talk about. And of course, as someone who wants to be your friend, I want to know how you feel, too, because in kindergarten we learned that this is how a friendship works...give and take. Are you with me?

Alrighty then. Let's Do This!

The Raggedy Man

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