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Saturday, May 9, 2020

Oldie

Happy Little Song It’s a little song I sing, when I think of you: a simple little ode to spring, of flowers drenched in dew. Such a pretty melody a dancing sunbeam song for that was what you meant to me, on a day so long and oh, so far away, when hope and joy were new It’s just a happy song I sing... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 8, 2020

A BIT OF POETRY FOR A RAINY FRIDAY

YODA IS AN OLD FRIEND This is not my first rodeo. I can see through the sugar coating to the lie at the heart of your story: pretty words that frame and sharpen the base insult. It is no secret some will say anything to show themselves as right and insist we yield to their point of view. But neither... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, May 7, 2020

News From The Center

I've missed being at the Main Street Center for my Tuesday shifts at the reception desk, and especially for the Thursday morning write your own story groups. Got an email this a.m. from Linda about how she misses the sessions. Somehow the weeks and months lose their definition without the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, May 6, 2020

THE OLD SWIMMING HOLE

One summer day shortly after school was out for the summer, the Gillis cousins and a couple other kids offered to show us the swimming hole and trails around Mill Creek. This glacier-fed stream flowed from the mountains down through the Salkum valley beyond the homes at the bottom of the hill. It... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, May 5, 2020

WHAT'S UP, DOC?

Two reasons for writing all this autobio stuff: 1) because the current situation where life just turned on a dime triggered the anxieties and uncertainties of that one, and 2) I hoped to give us all something else to think about - and to remind myself that life will go on, we will get through this... Sign in to see full entry.

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THE NEIGHBORHOOD

It wasn’t all horrible. We were welcomed by our next door neighbor, seventy-five- year- old George Van Dyke. Old George kept his place neat as a pin. He had a million stories. I remember a few rainy Saturdays when some kids from around town would sit cross-legged in a circle around his rocking chair... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, May 4, 2020

BACK IN TIME

There was no refrigerator, although there was a plug for one next to the long window in the back wall. Indents in the linoleum showed where one had stood. There was a polished oak ice box on the porch, the lid across the top opened to a square metal box made to hold a twenty-five pound block of ice.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, May 3, 2020

MOVING IN

“Here we are,” she said. “Home at last.” I couldn’t believe it. This was the middle of nowhere! The edge of civilization! When I got out of the car I could see a small white house, and not thirty feet behind it was more forest - dozens of fifty-foot Douglass Fir trees towering over maples, dogwood,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, May 2, 2020

HOME AT LAST

The place we stopped was called the Copper Canyon Café. The table tops were about five feet in diameter, round crosscuts from trees that were hundreds of years old, based on their rings. They were varnished and shiny, with condiments in a rack at the center of the table including a paper napkin... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 1, 2020

BUGGING OUT

It was a Saturday morning, maybe the second week in April, 1947. Mama had been more volatile than usual for the past week or so. I was a 7th grader at Kennewick and my little sis Rose was in 4th, bro Jim in 1st. Our place was a 2-acre lot, flat near the road and about a hundred feet back, began an... Sign in to see full entry.

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