I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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Want to start an argument? Say the dollar is better Than the Queen’s pound. Truthfully my British-born husband and I just take as many of both as we can get! We were quite pleasantly surprised back in the ’90’s when … Continue reading
(See part 1, Alas, My Love has Gone) January 20, 1953, I wrote mom a letter. The letter is six pages long. I typed the beginning then changed to handwriting. The reason I changed is as follows: “I quit typing this … Continue reading
How fast the years go by! In 1994 when my mother passed away, I brought home some letters she had kept which were written to her by me in January, 1953. They were dated the 13th, 20th, and 27th, one … Continue reading