Helen Virginia O'Connell

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My mother told me that when she was four her father and a friend of his were outside arguing. I don’t remember the man’s name or what the spat was about , but the friend, in jest, raised his fist in a threatening manner. As men do. Helen Virginia O’Connell promptly picked up a rake and said, “I’m Hennie Bo Jennie Ocono and if you hit my father I’ll hit you.”

Hennie Bo Jennie put her rake down yesterday at noon.

Helen Virginia O’Connell

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My mother told me that when she was four her father and a friend of his were outside arguing. I don’t remember the man’s name or what the spat was about , but the friend, in jest, raised his fist in a threatening manner. As men do. Helen Virginia O’Connell promptly picked up a rake and said, “I’m Hennie Bo Jennie Ocono and if you hit my father I’ll hit you.”

Hennie Bo Jennie put her rake down yesterday at noon.

My Son

This morning I dragged myself out of bed and down the stairs (picture me pulling myself by one leg, kerplump, kerplump hitting each step), turned on my coffee water and tried to turn on my computer. Nothing happened. All my monitor lights were off which meant a fuse had been blown.

I then remembered Matt saying last night, “I pulled the chain on the light in the basement and I got a very bad shock,” so I dragged myself down yet another flight of steps to the electrical panel in the basement. Sure enough, Matthew’s shock has been strong enough to blow a fuse. I thought My son is cut from the same cloth as I am. As his grandfather is. He gets electrocuted and simply goes to bed.