I shot an arrow into the air; it fell to earth, I know not where. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Amazing, isn’t it? Words last long after we’ve spoken or written them. They remain in our memories, they stubbornly refuse to be erased from pages. They echo down the chambers of time. Family stories are passed […]
Feb 4, 2016
The Silent Hostess
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Before Jane and I got to Fran’s front door, the aroma of tortilla soup met us. The salad table was decked in red and white because this was the Valentine luncheon. But the dessert table! Oh, my! It was so hard to make a choice, that many of us didn’t. To be sure we showed […]
Feb 3, 2016
Neighborhood Walk
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Yesterday, I took my camera with me as I went for a walk through the neighborhood. Winter time trees are beautiful because their symmetry is starkly visible without the covering of leaves. A certain tree with white bark stood out against the blueness of sky, a silent, regal guardian of its domain. In summer, fully leafed, its uniqueness […]
Feb 2, 2016
Raindrops Are Fallin’ on His Head
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I don’t know what Punxsutawney Phil is going to find when he sticks his head out of his burrow in Pennsylvania but Grundoon the Arkansas Groundhog will get rain on his furry little head. At least, right now at the present time, he will. Of course, it’s too early for the sun anyway so seeing […]
Jan 30, 2016
This and That or Nothing At All
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Each day when the sun sinks beneath the trees to the west and twilight slips on shadowed feet over the town, I think about past days when the family would gather around the dining table . Supper was never a silent affair. We talked. I don’t think we solved any of the world’s problems, we just […]
Jan 29, 2016
In Case of Wrinkles, Iron Here
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Re-thinking some thoughts from 2013: Am I the only person on earth who likes to iron? I particularly like to iron in the winter. There’s something about the welcome warmth of the iron, the smell of fresh clothes and the monotony of just moving my arm back and forth that is soothing. Ironing is a good […]
