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Elephants
Fifty-six years of elephants in my life. The first photo—Tsavo Game Preserve in Kenya, Second—riding a timbering elephant in Sri Lanka. First it tried to pull down this tree. Next it went lumbering down the bank of the river to cool down in the water. An exciting ride. Third—a crocheted mama and her baby created by a woman in my village in San Juan Cosala, Jalisco, Mexico. My life has tamed down a bit since those first two photos.
Just three months late, For CMMC: Word with E and A
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I was in the Peace Corps in Tunisia and hitchhiked through East Africa about the same time!! Thrilling days they were!
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Especially after the revolution started.. but not thrilling in a good way.
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This is so much more cool than me riding a camel in Jerusalem!
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I think you jumped back a hundred years with the label on your last photo! 😁
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Ha. You are right. I’m amazed Forgottenman didn’t catch that! Now changed.
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I rode ONE elephant at a local zoo and once way back in New York. Mostly, though, it was camels. The elephants smelled better.
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Amazing what can be done with a crochet needle, isn’t it? I’ve had a lifelong fascination with tiny mobile versions of household implements ~ and a crochet hook is actually a room-sized loom. You can make an uninterrupted whole cloth of absolutely any size, thickness and texture with them. I carry a set ~ and a good deal of old-fashioned cotton string ~ in my minivan, with the rest of my survival supplies.
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So like my little elephant
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