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My Aunty Lou
I'm going back in time, once again, to visit my great great aunt, Lou Goodale Bigelow. I knew "Aunty Lou," and would visit ...
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I took a vacation in the first week of May. I went back to my high school and college stomping grounds, still populated by many friends of... -
I have a dear friend who I met in my Creative Writing class my freshman year in college. I sent the poem to her for her comments and edits ...
Ah, so beautiful. Love the balance between the sky and the pasture.
ReplyDeletewhen it wasn't storming, we had beautiful skies!
DeleteSo peaceful and serene. Makes it hard to imagine the carnage on its beaches those many years ago.
ReplyDeleteI know. I get the same feeling when I'm wandering small towns or Paris: hard to imagine Nazi soldiers marching through the streets and shooting civilians -- which they did pretty indiscriminately. It the countryside, such as this, they shot civilians walking out of Paris to escape the siege. Flew over them and mowed them down. Now, it's a beautiful agricultural land again filled with small farms and villages.
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