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Monday, April 13, 2015

The "Old Soul"

Dogwood, oak, elm or cherry, nature keeps this "old soul" merry; beneath these trees, while I can, I add poems to my sylvan Divan. ~ Son #1 Two things that Son #1 and I seem to have in common, and the main reason that we get along together well in spite of many differences, seem to be: 1. Our love... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, April 12, 2015

Sap, Sap

wooden skeleton no more...rathe changes it be time to leaf and bloom Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 10, 2015

Scrambled Brain

a "used to be" sits staring at the monitor wishing thoughts would come Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, April 5, 2015

The Good News

"He is risen!" "He is risen indeed" Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, April 4, 2015

Intensity

"What's the world coming to?" ~ My Mother I don't think I want to read the news anymore it's dragging me down Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, April 1, 2015

R.I.P. Maestro

Last week the piano teacher for my four sons when they were little, passed away. He was about my age. My sons loved him. He taught anything and everything related to music and dancing. All four of my sons took piano, one took violin lessons, one guitar...none of them were interested in dance though... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 31, 2015

The Evil Look

Little brothers can be a bit of a problem sometimes for sisters. I loved my little brother, four years younger than me, but sometimes he made me pretty upset. At sometime during those years, I had a couple of Kewpie dolls. Mother taught me how to use a needle and thread and thimble, and showed me... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 30, 2015

The Middle Of Kansas

“I cannot understand why you should wish to leave this beautiful country and go back to the dry, gray place you call Kansas." "That is because you have no brains," answered the girl. "No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, March 28, 2015

Fun Stuff

The plans for Bronson's play area are already in the works. This is what it will look like later this summer, and he is only five weeks old. Oh the love of parents for their first child. They are besotted by this little great-great-nephew of mine: Change of subject: I knew an old Authoress with a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 26, 2015

Spring In Tornado Alley

Wemberly Newest Great-great-niece, only two weeks old and, since she lives in Oklahoma already went through her first tornado warning and being rushed to the basement for protection while the warning sirens sounded-- loudly undulating incessantly. Her big eyes took it all in, but no crying she made.... Sign in to see full entry.

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