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I don't mind those first few cold days of winter. I think the pristine whiteness of that first measurable snowfall is beautiful - and the newly white world serene and breathtaking. I like the way the sound cracks in the cold, clear, crisp air and I love to look at the skeletons of the summer trees when they are dressed in their gowns of ghost-white snow. My mind's vision of snowy hills and wistful flakes drifting through the winter twilight is both a happy one and a sadly nostalgic one. N... Read More
I heard this story years and years ago. I have always loved it and today when after so many years I found it again I just had to share it with you. Hugs RRW ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + Information Please By: Author Unknown When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen wit... Read More
childhood - An Embarrassing Moment I was browsing through the blogs yesterday and came across a blog written by Kiwibarb about her childhood, and it got me to thinking about my own. I recall a time when I was in the 5 th grade, our English teacher had asked us to write a poem about a vegetable, and it had to rhyme. I thought to myself, oh no, I don't know anything about writing poetry at all. I raised my hand and told the teacher that I didn't think I could do the assignment because I... Read More
Today was fun, or at least that is the way it worked out. First off for some insane reason I decided to participate in a postcard exchange. I live in a small town and no one had any postcards. Called all the big stores, little stores, finally in one little mom and pop drug store they found a small display stashed in the back covered in dust and faded by sun. So off I went to Ward's Pharmacy to look at old postcards. So I get there and they show me the display. It's tiny b... Read More
Brenda was only seven month's older than me but she started to school the year before I did. I missed her so bad. I was just lost so when she came home in the evening I guess we had lots of catching up to do. I ran up the lane to meet her one day when she got off the bus. She was running down to meet me. We decided to cut through the pasture so we'd meet faster. Brenda's Dad had an honery old gray plough horse in that pasture that we were leery of so we usually watch... Read More
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