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a note to his wife

My father was always having a cup of coffee (and – sadly – an unfiltered Camel cigarette) by 4:30 a.m. every morning before going to work.  Naturally, the rest of the household was slumbering and dreaming (hopefully Sweet Dreams).

He walked to work; our house – formerly a parsonage –  was next door to the Farmington Daily Times building.  He would come home for lunch.

Daddy was always leaving little notes on the kitchen table for Mother.

This man would be at work by 5:00 a.m. (at the latest) and home for a quick lunch (generally about 11:30) and would work until the newspaper was ‘put to bed’ and hours after that.  Every day.  Every single day.

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the needle in the haystack

My mother let me use her Brownie Box camera early on; I was probably in the first grade when I initially began snapping pictures with her camera.

I’m searching through my photo albums for a particular family photo and believe me: it has been like looking for a needle in the haystack.  Although most of my albums are dated and labeled, I cannot find this particular picture!  I must find a better organizational system!

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pieces of the past

Pieces of the past stay on as pieces of us, do they?

– Ivan Doig (Heart Earth)

remembering good times

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good times - good friends - lovely memories

linked by blood

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We are linked by blood, and blood is memory without language. – Joyce Carol Oates

no acorns at the foot of this tree

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family photo memories

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You don’t choose your family.  They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them.  ~Desmond Tutu