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Tag: Childhood Memories

Posted on December 16, 2017August 20, 2020

There Really Are Reindeer

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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 …

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Posted on April 7, 2015August 20, 2020

Conquering the Picket Fence: Determination

Some 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. Phoenix, Arizona 1968 Barry stood on the narrow rail of our brown picket fence that …

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Posted on April 6, 2015August 20, 2020

Climbing the Mimosa Tree: Determination and Safety

Garland 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 …

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Posted on April 5, 2015August 20, 2020

Swinging, Shades of Blue and Trying to See God

Garland 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. My older brother, Barry, taught me to swing reclining, so on that day, while leaning back …

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