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June 16, 1943

  “I’ll bet no one has ever called Duluth Minnesota paradise,” said Marge, “but that’s what it feels like tonight.” Glenn looked at his new bride and smiled.  “It sure is paradise.” They walked hand in hand along the water, … Continue reading

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Ginger

  We were the back hall gang, taking pride in the fact that we didn’t really fit in with the rest of the school.    We had pens printed with our motto…. Back Hall Rules, Rest of School Drools…… We … Continue reading

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The Table

My Grandparents, Orville and Ruth were married in 1917.  They raised 8 children together, the fourth one being my mother, Marjorie.  I don’t know when the oak pedestal table joined the family but I bet it could tell some awesome … Continue reading

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Connecting

It was Friday and class was unusually  small, probably because it was a beautiful fall day and some had taken off for the weekend. The water was a little cool, but we all adjusted after warming up with water walking … Continue reading

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Take me Back

Take me back to growing up on the farm Where chores were part of daily life and freedom to roam and play was the norm. When Sunday School was never missed and going to school was an adventure. When junior … Continue reading

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Connection

A couple of days ago I shared an article from an Ohio teacher, who was concerned about the direction of the educational system.  It’s a hot topic. Test prep and testing takes up the majority of school hours and students and … Continue reading

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Like Clockwork Friday Fictioneers

  5:23 PM. Chris watched for her.  Sometimes she wore a red scarf.  She was always in a hurry. Today, he would do it. 5:24 PM. She should be here by now.   No sign of her coming down the … Continue reading

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