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Treasures and tradition. Treasures and tradition bring us home. That’s how it was, and how it still is. Every fall when the leaves were at their peak, we waited anxiously on the day Mama came to pick us up from school. She monitored the changing colors and, just when she was certain the leaves were…
Abundance of summer evening fun. Plenty. Abundance. Oh, we had it – but were oblivious. Some Sunday evenings we scampered across the field to my uncle’s house while Mama drove the station wagon along the road and down the lane to Maple Shade Farm. The adults sat in the front yard, visiting. We took turns…
Part 4 of 7 Making Memories My youngest came carrying his sleeping bag out to the van. “Why do you need that sleeping bag ?” one of his siblings asked. “‘Cause I’m staying overnight when everyone else goes home,” he replied. “We guys always stay up and watch The Ringer and eat jelly beans at…
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