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Elle Smith Fagan
"The Goodstuff" - V.P.Fagan, Jr. feb 6

My late husband was literally a dream come true. I saw him in my minds eye one day and was committed to him from that moment on. When we met, I seemed to win the same response from him. Never a qualm, we paired better than APPLE peripherals and did well till his passing. I have that memory as food and fuel and glow and giggles and goodness in every way even when all else fails, like my angel.

He had a wonderful heart and soul and was a fine match for me - like me, he loved the serious work, so , no matter pressing he could be found always with a happy disposition about it. “The Goodstuff” was one of his favorited catchphrases when were young. In college days, he felt it spoke volumes:

"The Goodstuff" - V.P.Fagan, Jr. feb 6
Elle Smith Fagan
About the Sitemaking - an Artist's Process feb ...

Both parents and children are Sci-Arts folk - with very nice and occasionally world class honors in it.   It was not so unusual for me to find solutions to my issues with technology.  I had done my first data processing before my daughter was born.

So when an accident disabled me suddenly, it just "happened"  - my son flew in and tossed me the renowned Apple G3 PowerBook - non-bronze.   And a world-class IT fellow, he was one of the best teachers a girl could want for basic code.    Not long ago his Dad and I attached and then removed  training wheels on his first bicycle.  And now he showed me Angelfire free templates to use and then remove the templates and do my own code when I was ready....my own "training wheels".   And soon ellefagan.com was purchased and celebrated its 17th birthday this February!      

About the Sitemaking - an Artist's Process feb 19th
Elle Smith Fagan
Food - Valentine Guilt-free Chocolate Yoghurt ...
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Elle Smith Fagan
Children'sl Valentines Day notes feb 27

"Your children are not your children - they are the sons and daughters of life's yearning for itself"  .  God is the Archer,  my late husband and I the Bow and string, and our children the arrows we sent into the world.   Such thinking really helps and I am glad I was cultivated to it. But ohhhhhh....those years with them idling in he quiver!  And just dancing about and deployed not far and for fun only....just to be ready for when it was time and shined up and returned to their place.  Those days keep me just fine and glowing whenever I tap into them!

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"The Goodstuff" - V.P.Fagan, Jr. feb 6

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"The Goodstuff" - V.P.Fagan, Jr. feb 6

My late husband was literally a dream come true. I saw him in my minds eye one day and was committed to him from that moment on. When we met, I seemed to win the same response from him. Never a qualm, we paired better than APPLE peripherals and did well till his passing. I have that memory as food and fuel and glow and giggles and goodness in every way even when all else fails, like my angel.

He had a wonderful heart and soul and was a fine match for me - like me, he loved the serious work, so , no matter pressing he could be found always with a happy disposition about it. “The Goodstuff” was one of his favorited catchphrases when were young. In college days, he felt it spoke volumes:

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The Saga of Rick-Pa-Tick - feb 8

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A poem to my only brother Richard Charles Augustine Smith -  "Rick" -  on his day - created 1995
Catch the meter and let it flow along quickly or it's too long and no fun:

The Saga of Rick-Pa-Tick

The newscast promised terrorism, as we planned to end our schism,
air flight bringing Rick-pa-tick to brighten February!
So, I, tonight instead of sleep, With snowfall lovely, cold and deep,
write of him upon a whim - the concept's much less scary!

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Saga of a Little WhiteHouse - page one- feb 11

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Smith Family Fairfield Connecticut - Love Story

The watercolor here is one of  the little house that gramps bought for gram when they married - she was 4'10" and he 6'4" and for all 50 years there, gramps exulted in the fact that his arms and legs went out the doors and windows...couldn't care less... the little dolly house charmed him like the dolly he bought it for , and with additions to the family , additions to house happened in all directions - and so the poem and I hope you enjoy the read !   elle  

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Saga of a Little WhiteHouse - page two-feb 11

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H"Sing the old songs, would you, While we snap the beans? 

Make the list for shopping... I'd better mend the jeans!" 

My favorite time with Grandma,  For stories she would tell

Of days before my memory, When she was quite the belle! 

And dances were life's heaven!  Feathers for the hair! 

Beaus in line on dancefloors, To woo a Lady Fair

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Children'sl Valentines Day notes feb 27

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"Your children are not your children - they are the sons and daughters of life's yearning for itself"  .  God is the Archer,  my late husband and I the Bow and string, and our children the arrows we sent into the world.   Such thinking really helps and I am glad I was cultivated to it. But ohhhhhh....those years with them idling in he quiver!  And just dancing about and deployed not far and for fun only....just to be ready for when it was time and shined up and returned to their place.  Those days keep me just fine and glowing whenever I tap into them!