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Author Archives: oct17
“Gram, why do you like old things?” Lydia asked. I knew she meant some furniture and accessories in the house and not her G-daddy. 🙂 My granddaughter’s perspective of old is not quite the same as mine, I am certain. Old wood pieces create an atmosphere of … Continue reading
A First Day . . .
I remember his first day of school. I have a vivid picture of him standing with lunch box in hand –wearing blue shorts and a striped shirt— white socks pulled up way too high–looking much like Alfalfa of the Little … Continue reading
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the dance of life . . .
What does it matter that I “do” something? The joy of living is not in the doing–it is in living the moment, these minutes–this now. A delicate, pale yellow butterfly, wings etched more exquisitely than fine Belgium lace, nurses from … Continue reading
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Hold On . . .
Driving down a busy highway cross-eyed is not the safest way to maneuver in and out of traffic. But I was watching a small spider with what looked like flimsy white and black legs, and it was directly in view … Continue reading
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Turkey Talk
Where is the camera when you need one? For a couple of days, Tom and I had been fascinated with some new tenants on our property! A family of wild turkeys had settled in the tall grass back under some … Continue reading
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Roosters Crow
I was awakened early from an already short night. Tom and I had been up almost 34 hours, and sound sleep at the moment was a necessity! Was I dreaming? I listened again, and realized it was not the early … Continue reading
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Ready to Fight!!
Where have I been? For the most part I have been in a fatigued, freezing mode of survival! Wow–does that sound dramatic! Can it be that one whole month has passed without a blog–not that you need to read any … Continue reading
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“I want to touch you, Pastor Tom”. Three year old Esther was stretching to see if she could touch him at the table. She wiggled and stretched, spread wide her little fingers and stretched with all her might. She raised … Continue reading
Umbrella in Use
Walking under an umbrella is one of my favorite things!! There is a sweet, soft security in knowing I am covered–safe from the wetness. Tom and I shared an umbrella walk on our first date over 50 years ago! (I … Continue reading
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chaos in contentment
Christmas is over—at least the day marked on the calendar and the season charted by the amount of sales purchased by the masses. But Christmas did not come for me this year–in the way I anticipated, in my fantasy of … Continue reading
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