Memories by Blanche Day Manos Don’t tell me they are gone, for I can see them still The house, the spring, the burr oak tree, the barn beneath the hill. I smell the sausage sizzling, I hear the rooster crow, The sounds and scents of each new day that woke me long ago. I feel […]
Mar 13, 2018
Frosted Rooftops and Flying Time
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The roofs of my neighbors are all the same color this morning–frosty white. But that’s okay. This is March and we don’t really expect this month to be comfortable with only one type of weather. Spring hasn’t sprung yet. A funny thing the other day–a friend called, one I hadn’t heard from in a long […]
May 25, 2016
No Price Tag
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Riches in abundance; Joys beyond compare. No price is upon them; I find them everywhere. Yesterday was one of those rare days, a day to look back on. My two brothers and I were together along with my one remaining sister-in-law and a dear niece and nephew I see only rarely. The occasion was a solemn one, a time […]
