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Are you sure you’re not a writer?

Marjorie Turner Hollman helps authors self-publish their books. She is also a disability advocate, sharing information about Easy Walks (not too many roots or rocks, relatively level with firm footing, and something of interest along the way) in open space. Let’s get in touch.

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Have you ever said, “I can’t write.”? Maybe you have insisted, “I’m not a good writer.” Or, God forbid, someone has told you, “You can’t write.” If this sounds familiar, I have some good news. Writing (and drawing, painting, and so many other creative endeavors) are not gifts. They’re skills that can be improved with practice.

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There’s no Place like Home

Barbara Eldredge Eltzroth has lived in Bellingham her entire life. She and her brothers grew up directly across from the First Baptist church in the center of town at the corner of 126 and 140. In those days almost anything they might need was within walking distance of their house.

 I don’t think I did much exciting growing up, sitting on our front porch and watching the army trucks go by on Saturday mornings. Continue reading

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Harpin Recalls Adventurous, Mischievous Times

Courtesy Bellingham Bulletin by Marjorie Turner Hollman

Roland Harpin cropped head shotRoland Harpin was born and raised in Bellingham, and other than his military service and ten years in California, he has lived in this area his whole life.He now lives in Blackstone and has been a home builder, architectural designer, inventor, and entrepreneur. Semi-retired, he is working on his latest business venture, ProSaver Cards, which offer discounts on services from hundreds of area merchants.He sat down in his office in Hopedale recently to talk about growing up in Bellingham. [As told to Marjorie Turner Hollman]

Poirier Street in South Bellingham, where I lived from 1951, was a dead-end street. The cul de sac was added later, along with more houses. Just through the woods at the end of the street is a brook, part of the Peter’s River. We had plenty of fun there, playing with frogs and snakes. Continue reading

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