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I Smell Spring
Posted in Inspiration, Uncategorized, tagged childhood, children, chores, Dad, daughter, family, farm life, fathers, girls, growing up, memories, nostalgia, soil, spring on March 17, 2010 | 3 Comments »
When I was a little girl I loved the smell of dirt. I still do. Mom said when I was a toddler, I liked to eat dirt, too; she couldn’t keep me out of it. Sometimes in the early spring, when the farmers are plowing the fields, I still think the earth smells like it [...]
Book Worm from the Word Go
Posted in family, Inspiration, memories, Uncategorized, tagged books, childhood, children, daughter, family, friends, girls, growing up, life, life lessons, reading, sisters, teachers on March 16, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
When I was a little girl, I liked to read. I read everything I could get my hands on, much of which I was ill-equipped to fully understand. I read Huckleberry Finn in the second grade. Now that’s a good story for a second-grader, but so much more when I read it when I got [...]
Fighting the Weasel Monster
Posted in Inspiration, Uncategorized, tagged childhood, children, daughter, family, farm life, girls, growing up, life lessons, memories, mother, nostalgia, sisters on March 15, 2010 | 5 Comments »
When I was a little girl, I lived in a big house full of mysteries. The windows had shutters operated by ropes inside the house, except paint made the ropes stick and there was one window which had closed shutters that never opened. I could only see the shuttered window from the outside, so sometimes [...]
Midnight Rides, Trees, and Abou
Posted in family, Inspiration, memories, Uncategorized, tagged childhood, children, girls, growing up, memories, poetry, school, teachers on March 12, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
When I was a little girl, I memorized all kinds of things: Catechism, addition tables, spelling words, times tables, all the State’s capitols, and poetry. I loved poetry especially the kind that tells a story that made my heart happy: Like The Village Blacksmith by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow or Trees by Joyce Kilmer “I think [...]
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