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The Red Glazed Ashtray I Made in Kindergarten With the Kindness of Mrs. Goodwin, the Teacher of the Good Name at Sylmar Elementary School – Now Old & Broken But Treasured
The Red Glazed Ashtray I Made in Kindergarten With the Kindness of Mrs. Goodwin One treasure on the two-drawer chest in the middle, more or less, of my study, is the red glazed ashtray, or what remains of it now, that I made in kindergarten, my only year at Sylmar Elementary School. What has...
In Mexico City, We Bought Handmade Flowers, One the Color of the Blue and Another of the Yellow of the Ukrainian Flag, and a Third One of Pink, Because it was Pretty, from the Young Woman of the Gentle Smile
In Mexico City, We Bought Handmade Flowers, One the Color of the Blue and Another of the Yellow of the Ukrainian Flag, and a Third One of Pink, Because it was Pretty, from the Young Woman of the Gentle Smile *** Dinner at the seafood restaurant across the tree-shaded street from our hotel in...
Sunday Message to Older Grandchildren – May 15, 2022
Sunday Message to Older Grandchildren - May 15, 2022 Introduction Usually every Sunday, I send a Sunday message out to my older grandchildren, and the message below, was sent out on May 15. As I state in the message, while enjoying the view of the moon through the fruit trees of our backyard at...
I Said Before I Die
I Said Before I Die I said before I die I wish to spend an afternoon, A day, Watching, observing, and beholding, From a hill, The passage of clouds, after a storm, Huge and white and immense in silent beauty. For this would thrill my heart And deeply satisfy my soul. And later, a month or more, a...
The Poems that are Written on Hotel Pads – Hyatt Regency, O’Hare – Chicago
Probably Originally Written On a Business Trip in the mid-1990s. The Poems that are Written on Hotel Pads The poems that are written on hotel pads, Or other scraps of paper, Those that are written from a heart driven to words Are those at times written in pain - As an open heart scarred with a...
Our Things are Better Now. The Amount of Shelling has Decreased – Зараз у нас все краще. Кількість обстрілів зменшилася
Our Things are Better Now. The Amount of Shelling has Decreased Зараз у нас все краще. Кількість обстрілів зменшилася *** We received the message below in response to the message sent to Igor on Sunday. Нижче ми отримали повідомлення у відповідь на повідомлення, надіслане Ігорю в неділю. *** My...
The Light Shines Upon the Chairs that You and Others Used to Sit – Світло сяє на стільцях, на яких раніше сиділи ви та інші
The Light Shines Upon the Chairs that You and Others Used to Sit Світло сяє на стільцях, на яких раніше сиділи ви та інші For many years before the pandemic, our friends from Ukraine, all pastors or seminary professors or both, would stay at our house for a little more than a week in March, while...
A Treasure Intangible – The Name of a Beautiful Little Baby Boy
A Treasure Intangible – The Name of a Beautiful Little Baby Boy I have a variety of little physical treasures, little things worthless to practically everyone else, that sit on the little two drawer chest in my study. One, the red glazed ashtray that I made in kindergarten, my first ever...