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I saw a web-site called These are a Few of My Favorite Things. It has pictures of beautiful and precious things like flowers and kids. Very nice but I wonder what they would do with pictures of Some of My Favorite things? There are my favorite jeans torn out at the pocket and waist. Throw away my bestest' most comfortable jeans, You've got to be Kidding right? I'll keep wearing them till they fall off me. Then there are my favorite shoes. They've been with me for a ve... Read More
Back about 30 years ago for fun we would take rides in the car, gas was cheap and it was fun to find out of the way places. The best thing we ever found is this story. A hot July Sunday, my sister came to visit us when we lived in PA. We went for a ride our idea of going for a ride was just to follow old back roads some paved some gravel and just see where we would end up and what we would see. This day we were on a narrow gravel road we never knew the name of that ro... Read More
There they sit side by side Grandma ans Grandpas old rocking chairs. Holding nothing but memories good and bad lots of laughter and lots of tears. They are old now, the paint is cracked, Oh how they squeak when moved.... Read More
NO MORE CALLS WRITTEN BY : ANGEL/VIRGINIA I WAS THINKNG BACK WHEN I WAS A YOUNG CHILD AND REMEMBERING MY MOM AHHHH SO LONG AGO THE MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD MOM WAS ALWAYS THERE TO HELP US GET THRU OUR DAY,WITH SUCH A CARING AND LOVING SMILE, ALWAYS WITH I LOVE YOU AND A HUG, TIME HAS PASSED AND YESTERDAY IS GONE I'M NO LONGER A CHILD AS I LOOK AT MY LITTLE GIRL I REMEMBER MOM AND WITH TEARS I LONG FOR THOSE DAYS AGAIN, BUT TIME HAS PAST BY SO QU... Read More
Hey David, Hi Cuz, Think of you this time of year every year since 1962. I remember you as a young man, 17 years old. We were on our way to Grandma's house. You lived next door. You were not too big, and had a slight build. But had been working out so you would be in great physical shape. Your hair was cut in a butch and you waxed it so the front was always stiff. Your Sister Mary, was older, and she really knew how to dance. I rem... Read More
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