As a student of history I appreciate old houses and like to read historical fiction and biographies. A few years ago I began researching my family history. As my parents age and have forgotten their past, I am trying to revive it. Last year we visited the house in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania where my mother spent the early years of her life The house still stands, at the top of a hill, as does the home of her grandparents across town. The current occupants have no memory of my mother’s family, but the place endures. I will make more visits like this, to see the places where my ancestors lived and worked and raised families. Continue reading
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Twas the night before Christmas . . .
Twas the night before Christmas and in Marla’s house, we were busy preparing for a day that would not interest a mouse,
For we had no presents, no tinsel, no tree, just two grown up people in wait for a day that was free,
Our fridge was packed, our house nice and warm, as we hunkered down for a quiet day outside the norm,
No children were waiting, no brew was chilling, as we eagerly looked forward to a day that was thrilling,
When what on our lawn did we spy from the door but some deer, a grouse, squirrels, and wait . . . birds galore!
As darkness descended on our small village street we heard the sound of peace, joy, and a new day to meet.
So my virtual friends I send you a warm greeting, in hopes that one day we may be meeting,
And wishing you all a joyful weekend, filled with family, food, good cheer and old friends.
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