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Thursday, January 4, 2018

The Way It Was - Part II

Alfred came to my wedding. By that time we had become good friends. Not only did he come to my wedding, he married us. Somewhere along the way he had graduated from Seminary and had become the preacher/pastor of our little church. He walked with a cane because his right leg was still six inches... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

The Way It Was

Alfred died in '97, a few years after my dad passed away. They had been friends off and on for as long as I can remember. Their off times usually had something to do with their differences in how they interpreted various Scripture passages. But when they were not arguing religious interpretations,... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, December 31, 2017

Good Night 2017

An hour before midnight on New Years Eve and I'm ringing in the occasion by myself because I preferred not to get out on this horribly cold night. Almost everyone I know preferred not to get out on this horribly cold night, so most everyone I know is "celebrating" by themselves, as am I. Actually... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, December 30, 2017

The Concourse Today

Today the ice mountains are definitely growing bigger. When Ribcage, Preacher, P.D., and David were little boys, I took pictures of them climbing the ice mountains made by the fountain that was left running all winter in our neighborhood. Now I live north of the river and we have another big... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, December 29, 2017

Aggravations

Of all the thing that one might have to do on a day that's cold, and the temperature not rising, and the snow not melting, and the sun not shining but rising somewhere beyond in skies that are covered by thick clouds, my favorites are not on the list. A cup of steaming black coffee would be first on... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Gelid Is The Night

White the snow, shines against the blackness of the sky, and empty the surroundings of anything living...Gelid is the night. Cold and age do not mix well. It seems the mind becomes a slush that moves slowly and will not expel properly, the words and thoughts for spitting out what I know is in there... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, December 22, 2017

Thirteen Quilts And A Hot Brick

Thirteen handmade quilts piled one on top of the other, a brick heated in the fireplace on the remaining hot coals before it was banked for the night, homemade thick rag rugs on each side of the bed, and a chamber pot beneath. The warmth of the dwindling fire gave out but our bodies huddled together... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 21, 2017

The Time Of Destruction

I think I'm too old for Christmas--not the spirit of Christmas, not the singing of Christmas, not the giving at Christmas, not the happiness of Christmas. It's all there in my heart. What is it then that I'm too old for? Well, mainly, why does everything have to be wrapped up in pretty paper and... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 14, 2017

No Restraint

I bought lots of candies today (mostly variations containing chocolate) and cookies covered in sugar crystals, and then put them all in my biggest and prettiest crystal containers. I did this for two reasons--first because it makes a pretty Christmas decoration, and second to offer to guests that... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Shine On Christmas Star

It is too bad that at this time when all things should be beautifully decorated and all people be gloriously happy, and music in the air everywhere, with wonderful goodies to share with people who come to tea, and the house have the aroma of cinnamon and spice or fresh evergreen tree, that little... Sign in to see full entry.

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