Monthly Archives: March 2013

No. 36: BEWARE LADIES, THERE’S A SNAKE IN EVERY MAN-CAVE

Posted on March 31, 2013 by Raji Singh

by Raji Singh (my immigrant great grandmother, Shelva Fiction’s fear and musing on life in the 19th century Czarist Russia)     I am so afraid of snakes. As little girl, in Moscow, I greet kindly visitor friend of Papa.  He … Continue reading →

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No. 35: MEMORIES MIDST BOMBARDMENT

Posted on March 24, 2013 by Raji Singh

by Raji Singh  (My great grandmother Shelva’s accounts of strange happenings – triggered by her hired hand’s building of his ‘Man Cave’ circa 1890’s)     Ever since I leave Moscow, I dream of this Eden land now I live.  Mine … Continue reading →

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No. 34: EFRAIM BUILDS HIS MAN CAVE, PART 2

Posted on March 17, 2013 by Raji Singh

by Raji Singh (Witnessed and written by my great grandmother in the 1890’s)      I look out the window of the Fiction House.  I cannot believe what mine eyes beholt.  Never, ever in Moscow could I have imagined I’d be … Continue reading →

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POST No. 33 : EFRAIM BUILDS HIS MAN CAVE, PART I

Posted on March 10, 2013 by Raji Singh

By Raji Singh These days, the man cave, is all the rave. Goliath screen tv’s to capture Gargantua footballers, and Pegasusical steeple chasing.  IRON BARS – on the windows and doors to keep out the misunderstanding spouse.  PLYWOOD BARS – … Continue reading →

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No. 32: HOW EFRAIM EPHRAIM CAME TO RESIDE AT THE FICTION HOUSE

Posted on March 3, 2013 by Raji Singh

by Raji Singh      Another story from my Russian immigrant great grandmother, Shelva Fiction.           We return home from our traveling sales.  The hooves of the horses pulling our patent medicine wagon, they rumble below us.  “Clip cloppity.”  Their gentle … Continue reading →

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