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An old photograph, old memories, old emotions… can be the launch for fresh expressions of appreciation. Continue reading
Nostalgia makes an art form of selective memory and often distorts both the past and the present. Continue reading
I have many wonderful memories of Thanksgiving when I was a kid in West Kentucky… my favorite, though… Continue reading
It’s not what it used to be and maybe it never was, but growing up on a farm and in my family provided a good, solid basis for the next of my life. Continue reading
You would be something of a rarity in our society if you’ve never heard someone say, “They don’t build them like they used to.” Continue reading
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