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ALL ROADS LEAD TO ROME BY LORRAINE STRIEBY, AKA MAYOR MOLLY MCMOLE

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  One of my favorite adventures is when Mayor Molly McMole arranged a trip to Rome, in all roads lead to Rome.  She rented a Harley and a little cart so our tribe could visit Rome and Florence.  We visited the Uffizi Museum in Florence.   The kiddos will learn about Michelangelo and Botticelli, and meet some of the mole tribe, and the villain, of course--some famous landmarks too! Mayor Molly McMole, aka Lorraine Strieby, author, illustrator, blogger                                                                                   #allroadsleadtorome #rome #roma #florence #italy #michelangelo #botticelli #riverarno #arno #omegoa #childrenbook 

THE ADVENTURES OF MAYOR MOLLY MCMOLE AND HER MOLE TRIBE

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  You know that Strieby found me or I found her in Los Angeles.  Here is one of her paintings, Echo Park, displayed in the  Eye Center in Van Nuys.  This is Echo Park before they put up a fence.  Anyway, she paints her favorite spots in Los Angeles.  When she started writing about me she was upset because I was making mole holes in her horse property and since she couldn't get rid of me she started writing about my adventures with my mole tribe.  I also help her blog about our adventures, but she was able to travel a lot and paint her favorite spots.  Your kiddos will learn about geography, geology, art, American history, Italy, Hawaii, Alaska, and just how to get along--even football.  You can find her books on Amazon and Kindle, a 6-book series The Adventures of Molly McMole #childrenbooks #losangeles #ktravel #hawaii #alaska #italy                               ...

EARTHQUAKE - PICKING UP THE PIECES, PAINTING BY LORRAINE STRIEBY

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  THIS WAS A SAD DAY This was the 1994 earthquake in Northridge, Ca.  One of my daughters was staying near the epicenter and her apartment was actually tilting and she lived on the top floor.  No lights but she managed to get down the steps, get into her car and drive to our home, 7 miles away.  We had little structural damage but we were up to our knees in fallen things from the walls and bookcases, the refrigerator slid across the kitchen--so many things--no electricity, no radio.  Thank God we were not injured but I still pray for the people who lost their lives, were wounded, and the loved ones left behind.  This happened many years ago but I still have this painting I dlid of "picking up the pieces" and it reminds me of this sad day.