Writing and Rambling

“Those round, pinkish red things that are available in the stores bear no resemblance at all to the real tomato.”  ― Craig Lehoullier For the Love of Tomatoes You never forget your very first lie. I was 5 years old.  The…
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Pennsylvania Manners Mr. Bingley: It’s a fair prospect. Mr. Darcey: Pretty enough, I grant you. Mr. Bingley: Oh, it’s nothing to Pemberley, I know, but I must settle somewhere. Have I your approval? Mr. Darcy: You’ll find the society something…
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I’ll Be There My dad and I didn’t always get along perfectly.   We argued sometimes, just like any father and daughter will do.  He scolded me for coming in late and went over my dates with a fine tooth comb….
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Drought I can still remember the drought. The weather in Pennsylvania was almost always fairly mild– I remember as a child the temperature seldom getting “up into the nineties.”  The nights were cool, with refreshing breezes.  The rains were regular,…
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I Wonder   I wonder if someday, when we walk in the street Look up and see the sunshine– maybe talk to those we meet: Will we think how wondrous a thing it is When someone holds our hand, or…
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Cookies at the Kitchen Table When my great grandmother was upset she would always make bread dough.  My grandmother told me that “even if it was evening and she didn’t need bread until morning she would go out there and…
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Cake for Lunch   There were lots of big, strong, strapping men around on my grandparents’ dairy farm– boys with fingers as thick as sausages, from handling the farm work.  I was quiet and liked to read, but I wasn’t…
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