Tag Archives: memory

Small Honor

Today, I would love to stay here for a few hours, sitting in the shade, talking quietly and resting. I would like to spend some time talking about my father who died two years ago on this day, remembering fishing trips and working on houses with him. That is what I would like to do. Continue reading

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Of Beauty and Pain

The trace of each ripple of earth can be found in those soundings of snow, crusted now by the melt of day and light, frozen again in the cold of night. Continue reading

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A Better Place

There’s just something about a wind chill in the double digits below zero that makes you feel alive! Continue reading

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Harvest

I’ve read and been told (and sometimes, twice is enough to get the job done) that the olfactory nerves are hardwired directly into the brain and that this explains why a certain scent can trigger vivid memories. Continue reading

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Burning Pages

I’d stand back, watch the creeping red glow, the gray smoke drifting up, sifting through the low branches. When the fire burned low, I’d walk along, stirring the remnants with the rake, watch the sudden flare as the air hit the smoldering pockets. Continue reading

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Better than Predicted

Whenever we have a choice about a day, a friend or the ending of some shared journey, we ought to choose to rehearse the memory that makes for better instead of worse.
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Oak, Wheat & The Word

He worked his hands in dirt, almost, it seemed, from the time of his birth. The years of his youth were spent in tobacco and corn. He was born to work the way some men are born to wealth. Continue reading

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A Fine Memory

It would be good, I think, to make some positive, fine association with the memory of a young person. To have some good thing so firmly entrenched in their mind that the decades of life could not undo it. To be stirred in memory from time to time with such fine associations. Continue reading

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