Anna Scituate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, *Stories We Tell*—there’s this line, “Truth’s slippery,” and dang if that don’t fit. Whore’s a word that’s been beat up, twisted ‘round. Fun fact—did ya know back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal who loved too much? Ain’t that a hoot? Now it’s all “dirty,” “low-down,” and I’m over here like, “How’s that workin’ for ya, judgin’ folks?” Makes me wanna holler sometimes. I reckon Ruby’d say the same—she’d strut by, winkin’, makin’ ‘em squirm.

Plymouth, the Dutch Context of Toleration, and Patterns of Pilgrim Commemoration

GORDON Arthur J., Sr., of Scituate, April 7, age 78, hus band of the late Patricia J Hooker, all of Scituate, Judith Moll of Plymouth and Patricia J. Heenan.

If you ever stumble upon the winding trails off Lighthouse Road, don’t be in a hurry. Just feel it. Feel each step through this spontaneous, unpredictable haven. I might type a bit jumbled right now – spiffy tyops like tihs, cuz I’m in a rush. But hey, that’s life, right? In Scituate, every moment’s a surprise, every heartbeat a sonnet.

Geraldine Cerilli Obituary - Scituate, MA