Tag: Curacao

Showering with a Hearing Aid, and other dumb moments

When my recent Meniere’s hearing loss and tinnitus go invisible, I forget to wear my single hearing aid. At the end of the day I don’t find it behind my left ear, but sitting comfortably in its dock recharging from the night before. A case of out of sight, out of my aging mind.  So... Read more »

The Cult of El Senor

Wherever we lived in Latin America, the power always centered around El Señor. Whoever he was, whatever he did, it always was the same, the culture believed that El Señor magically always knew best. Very “Father Knows Best” of the 1950s, but then the Latin America of my time was just like that.  So it... Read more »

Twas the Night before Sinterklaas (and cultural appropriation)

The CNN article on the evolution of that jolly old fellow popped up on my app Flipboard. Too busy to read it, I seamlessly popped it into my favorite app, Pocket. Who says technology has no plus side? Me, when it isn’t seamless, crashes or worse. But this is about the jolly old fellow Americans... Read more »
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The Joys of Passalongs (a.k.a. hand-me-downs)

As a young child of the 1950s, the bane of being the youngest daughter of Depression Era parents was the passalongs, those hand-me-down clothes that came at regular intervals, washed, ironed and neatly packed in a box sent by the U.S. Mail. Aunt Mildred would send them to her younger sister, my mother, who’d just... Read more »

Water Water Everywhere

Anyone who has ever dealt with water knows, the water always always beats the house. Outside of Phoenix AZ, our rental was cooled by a swamp cooler, a garden hose affixed to a fan at the top of the double garage sized home. We were young, necessarily frugal, so learned to live with this gerry-rigged cooling... Read more »

Where in the world we didn't move and why?

In the early days when it was just the two of us, we moved without much thought. Would we move to Toronto, Ontario, Canada for my husband’s first job out of graduate school? Sure, why not? When the job quickly proved to be a square hole for my round peg of a husband, he quit... Read more »
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Living on the Island of Curacao

In 1984 while living on the island of Curacao, the landline phone would ring. “Whatcha doing?” would come Rivkah’s familiar sing-song voice. What did she think I was doing? Given this was Curacao, nothing in particular. But she had an idea, so like Lucy and Ethel off we’d go together on another hairbrained adventure. Now... Read more »

The Juice of the Tarantula; or The Placebo Effect

Everyone Knows When Ana arrived one hazy day in Mexico City with a hacking cough, she assured me that it was totally her fault. She’d put on damp clothing that morning and this error in judgement was why she developed the horrible cold by midday. “Everyone knows you get sick if you put on damp... Read more »

Books Without Libraries

Libraries were my drug dealers; books were my gateway drug. I don’t remember reading to escape my lonely childhood as much to people it with fascinating characters. Reading fiction scripted the movie that books created within my active brain. Reading non-fiction cast some light upon the world that I couldn’t understand. It seems like I... Read more »
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A Curacao Christmas

Moving to the former Dutch colony of Curacao in February 1983, I wasn’t thinking about Christmas. Or Hanukah which was what we celebrated. Why would I? That was eons away, or so it seemed. But I quickly learned from my fellow expatriates on the island, a place where few things are manufactured, that everything had... Read more »
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    TIMELINE June 1972 to June 1973---Candace moves to Lima (Peru)----- June 1973 to May 1974---Candace and The Husband live in Glendale AZ----- May 1974 to August 1974---Living in Toronto, Ontario (Canada)----- September 1974 to May 1975---Living in Aberdeen SD----- May 1975 to July 1979---Living in Vancouver, British Columbia (Canada)----- July 1979 to June 1980---Living in Asuncion (Paraguay)----- June 1980 to September 1980---Living in NYC----- September 1980 to November 1982---Living in Connecticut----- November 1982 to January 1983---Living in Ponce, Puerto Rico (USA)----- February 1983 to July 1986---Living in Willemstad, Curacao (Netherlands Antilles)----- July 1986 to July 1989---Living in Guayaquil (Ecuador)----- July 1989 to July 1995---Living in Connecticut (yes, again)----- July 1995 to August 2001---Living in Mexico City (Mexico)----- August 2001---Return to Gringolandia (a.k.a. United States of America)----- I was an accidental expatriate; love and marriage led me to it. One day I was a bandy-legged kid sitting atop my dogwood tree looking out of my small backyard world in 1950s New Jersey, wanting to move somewhere--anywhere, different. Next thing I knew I met a young hirsute anti-war, soon-to-be-Peace Corps volunteer, fell in love and moved to Peru in the 1970s. WHAT an adventure it's been!! NOTE: I gave up Facebook, so apologies that I cannot answer any comments since it is only set up via FB.

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