We lived in Phoenix Arizona in 1968. This event really happen! I wanted to keep the proof in a baggie, in the freezer, but my momma said, “No!” There Really Are Reindeer One Christmas morning, back in my youth—I remember it well My brother told me a most wonderful tale. It seems, Santa doesn’t always land his sleigh on
Read moreSome have accused me of being stubborn. But I say, determined. As long as I can remember, accomplishing my goal took precedence over punishment, eating, sleeping, or spending time with people. The reason is a mystery but the memories are clear.
Read moreGarland Texas 1966 If I could, I would climb a tree to the highest branch, sway in the breeze, and peer over the world in safety from it. A mimosa tree grew between our house and the neighbors on Gardenia Street and my brother Barry sat in it. Staring through shady limbs of fern like leaves and fuzzy pink flowers
Read moreGarland Texas 1965 Swinging makes me happy. It reminds me of being four or five in the backyard of our Garland Texas home, swinging to the hum of a neighbor’s lawn mower and the spicy smell of fresh cut grass.
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Because romping about is not socially acceptable.
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