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About yarnspinnerpress

Story teller, retired journalist, author, folksinger, folklorist, gardener.

WooHoo!

Good news of the WooHoo! kind. My first spoken-word CD is out. I’m driving to Springfield to fetch the first printing of “An Ozarks Holiday Sampler” – 15 episodes on holidays from my public radio series, “These Ozarks Hills.” It’s … Continue reading

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Still reeling!

Still reeling – Got home from the October trip safe and sound, took a week to nap, read mail, pay bills etc., then as I was settling down to work again on current and future projects, got hit with two … Continue reading

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Yarnspinner Media

Long ago, in a village not very far away, there lived a family who produced a remarkable number of grocers and postmasters. I did not turn out to be one of them. I took after the other side of the … Continue reading

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It’s a wrap!

Ok, so I finally got home, the funeral was splendid, with an Apache helicopter flyover to celebrate Duane’s career as a genuine war hero, good times and connections with old friends, one of whom said she was prepared to hold … Continue reading

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The Windy Hills Collection

Coming Soon! By Marideth Sisco CD and book

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Going South Once Again, to complete the circle.

Back with the folks at Still Rolling Productions, I took an evening to unwind and watch some vintage films with Jonathan (Blond Ice was a favorite) then got with Tory to download notes, audio and Flipcam footage shot after they … Continue reading

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Boston; Where are you!

I never made it to Boston. Got off at the near edge instead, wobbled my way up an escalator and down another and found friends Janelle and Charlie Shuster, who took me back to their home in Wellesley and fed me soup and … Continue reading

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