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The older I get, the more I treasure the days when
I was growing up on the farm back home,
the days when my family were all together, when my parents were
still alive. I cherish those huge old trees, rolling hills enclosed
in barb-wire fence, nearby garden and cornfield across the road.
The old farmhouse, with the swing on the front porch, is such a
sweet memory. Whether gathering around the Christmas tree in the front
room or under the big trees for a Fourth of July cookout, love was
there within each member of my family. I treasure those days, I
have wished for them back, and like my mother during her Alzheimer's,
I long for a home that no longer exists.
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| I don't really need another web site to work on, as I have several already. But I want to remember it all and to share it all with travelers who might wander this way from somewhere in the great World Wide Web. I want to remember it all before I forget it, and I want to cherish it even more. I will write about it, share poems, old photographs, and unlike other sites of mine, I want to do this one with only my own original graphics. Even in the tiled and bordered backgrounds, I want to show you how wonderful and beautiful it was... back then. |
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