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I Remember You Well

I swear, the people one meets when least expected. Call it coincidence, fate or just plain random good fortune but I seem to occasionally meet folks who bring back the fondest of memories. Whether these encounters are with new acquaintances … Continue reading

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You Must Have Loved Her Very Much

The class was comprised mainly of high school sophomores as I recall.  Young girls and boys who loved to talk and as I was a substitute, there was that challenge of seeing how much they could get away with.  I … Continue reading

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Larry’s Go-Cart

The year was 1951 and the place was the small Southwest Missouri Ozark town of Noel.  The town of 900 or so people was a quiet, sleepy hamlet during the cold winter months but when the warm summer days arrived … Continue reading

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I Don’t Swim Anymore

I don’t often eat at one of the much advertised fast food restaurants but not more than a week or so ago I found myself enticed by one of those better than life commercials.  How could one satisfy their appetite … Continue reading

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Little Goat Songs

Marilyn Carnell grew up in the small Southwest Missouri Ozark town of Pineville.  She and her sister Zella knew just about everyone in the town of seven hundred or so people and many of the residents were, in some way … Continue reading

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The Lure of a Sunny Day

I had seen that old, paint faded Chevy El Camino driving around the streets of Noel on many occasions but never gave the car or its driver a second thought.  The small Southwest Missouri Ozark town of Noel was home … Continue reading

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Bloodline, Discovering Who I Am

The inspiration for this story came from a single piece of paper.  That sheet of paper with ink imprinted words placed there more than 150 years ago was thought to be so irreplaceable that it had been encased in glass … Continue reading

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