When the jonquils bloom in the spring, I think of her–my sister Helen. Maybe it’s because of her March birthday, maybe it’s because those first flowers are so welcome after winter and are such a cheerful sight. My sister was a cheerful, upbeat, lovely person. Some people make the world a better place simply by […]
Jan 17, 2021
Welcome to the World
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We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. —— Today, I want to salute all the babies of this world, the tiny newborns, the helpless, innocent lives brought into […]
Jan 9, 2021
Conclusion–The Christmas Barn
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The cold wind blew their leaves away. The three friends shivered and wished for day. “We can’t just do nothing,” the raccoon said. “Come on, squirrel and chipmunk. Let’s go a bit farther. Maybe we’ll find food.” Sighing, the squirrel straightened up and took Chipmunk’s hand. On they went, through the cold night. They […]
Jan 8, 2021
The Christmas Barn
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What with one thing and another, I didn’t get this children’s story up before Christmas, so here it is now, only a couple of weeks late. Heh heh. Half today and half tomorrow; it’s kind of long. The Christmas Barn The 200-year old barn was empty and lonely. No longer did horses stamp their feet […]
Jun 21, 2020
A Tribute to Dad
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Today is Father’s Day, a day to celebrate all the dads out there. Happy Father’s Day to my son, Matt Manos, who is a super father. Just ask his children. I think of my father every day but on this day, there is a particular vacancy, because Dad isn’t here and I can’t hear him sing […]
Jun 12, 2020
How About Your Soul?
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June is a summer month, but, all too soon, the warm, lazy days of summer will pass and the chilly winds of autumn will be upon us. I hope I can keep the warmth of summer in my soul, though, to remember when darkness comes early and the flowers fade. And, imagination–the spirit that can’t […]
