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A LITTLE ANGEL TOLD ME SO

I love sitting on my front porch. Whether it is reading a good book, listening to music, taking in the beautiful summer flowers, or talking to those walking by.  Since I live in an old Victorian house, my porch reflects the period.   In the corner of my porch, next to my glider with the flowered cushions, sits a small, round […]

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My Special Angel, Lee Brodt

The following story was one of my favorites to write. It’s a story, that will take you on a journey, opening a window to my early years, as a child, who was loved deeply by her mother. Then, with the twists and turns that life brings, has her dream come true of having her very own Daddy.  I was born […]

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FROM MY HEART FRIDAY

When my children were little, I  enjoyed every minute with them. I loved watching them grow, witnessing their, oh so different personalities, listening to their dreams and wishes, and experiencing their loving hearts.  They were kind children who grew into even more compassionate adults. They were taught at a young age to be responsible, and each was expected to work […]

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A CAN OF WORMS

  When I was about nine years old, Dad asked if I wanted to go fishing.  Of course, I said, “Yes!”  I had been to the river, but I had never gone fishing. Dad got an empty can and off we went to dig up icky, really disgusting looking worms.  I watched as Dad dug and filled the can. All I could […]

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THE SECRET LEAKING ROOF

 It was a rainy night, a windy night—a night, my cousin, LaRue and I would never forget. But let me start from the beginning…  A few days before the torrential rain and gusty winds, LaRue and I discovered a tiny little leak in the ceiling right above our bed. When I say small, I mean a drip every ten minutes […]

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SALT OF THE EARTH

This is a story about an extraordinary woman who taught me about love and the true meaning of never giving up. Mary Rustine Transue was my grandmother. Some of my memories have faded, but those that have attached themselves to my heart are still bright and clear.  First, a little background. Mary was born on January 31, 1886. She married […]

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MARY, MANGER AND THE MOON

It was the night before Christmas as I dashed through the rooms, emptying bags, wrapping presents, dipping pretzels, and cleaning up.  The trees are ready, and the stockings were hung waiting for the big day. As I made a cup of tea, I caught a glimpse of the moon. A beautiful moon high in the sky. I stopped and thought about […]

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