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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 ...
Thank you for reminding me of my father's garden in foggy Gualala. Gardening was one of my father's gifts. Through a flower garden and a vegetable garden and a raspberry patch that he tended, he expressed his love of color and design. I remember the time when he was in his 70s and he said, "I should have been a farmer, not a businessman." He loved providing fresh vegetables and fruit for my mother and him during the 25 years they lived in Gualala. He loved that when we visited, he could provide us with food from his garden Alice's garden is beautiful. Thank you.
ReplyDeletewhat a sweet story of your father. I can see him in your words.
DeleteThat's beautiful, Tara. Where is this? For some reason, maybe the foggy gray distance behind the trees, it reminds me of Capitola.
ReplyDeletein the Alsace region in France, near the German border. My friends Alice and Philippe live just outside a small village called "La Petite Pierre." A beautiful part of the world. Over run by Germany many times over the centuries, and always retaken by France. So the region has a lot of German architecture.
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