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Early in our marriage, Orser put a lawn into the back yard of the home we were renting. There remained a bit of bare earth just to the left of the back door. I found a packet of seed labeled Children's Garden and asked him to put it in. They came...
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Back in the '60s my mother's brothers Howard and Paul Webster owned a boating business that catered to people using the newly opened Smith Mountain Lake in Southern Virginia. For the 4th of July holiday my cousin-by-marriage Jimmie Cooper was loaned one of the sailboats to take me, my sister-in-law Carolyn...
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Today as I do almost every day, I stopped in my daughter's room to check the blossoms on her African Violet. They are huge, a rich purple and bloom frequently and fully. They remind me of the luxury of walking behind my grandparents home and marveling at the carpet of wild...
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This year there was a bit of a crunch, getting ready for family to visit for the Thanksgiving weekend. I had the weak feeling of 'will the important parts get done' along about three days before everyone was to arrive. As I began cleaning and putting away, I realized this was...
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A strong, recurring theme in the life-histories of both my father and my mother is, thankfully, SACRIFICIAL LOVE. What a warmth comes to my soul as I read my dad describe his father as "the kindest man I ever knew." James Smith Turner the Elder lived in a densely-inhabited Glasgow sandstone...
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“Well? What do you think?” Mom prodded. Dad chewed thoughtfully on a bite of the pecan pie (his favorite) that my mother, his young bride, had baked specially for him. It was her first attempt at pie baking. With little cooking experience, Mom was eager to please, and anything but confident....
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Our family visited my great-grandma and great-grandpa Jensen (my dad’s grandparents on his mother’s side of the family) this past summer, which was really a great experience. They live in Southern Alberta, Canada and we rarely get to visit with them. They are both getting quite old and have moved...
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I was 6 years old when my sister, Joyce, was born. Dad used to sit on a chair in the kitchen to hold her until his arms would give out. He'd say to Mom: "you'd better take her now". So Mom would go over and take Joyce from him. Joyce...
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