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The Way I See It.: 2011-08-14
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The Way I See It. For I will not be back this way again, there is a mark I must leave. However small it may be, I want it to be a legacy of love for those who follow me.That is the Way I See It. Friday, August 19, 2011. Well Dressed in a Feed Sack. Dolly Pardon had her Coat of Many Colors. Her mama made for her and. I had my livestock feed sack dresses of many colors my mama made for me. I still remember as if it were only yesterday. The fall of 1947…my first day of school. Five and Dime store. The day I...
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The Way I See It.: 2011-08-21
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The Way I See It. For I will not be back this way again, there is a mark I must leave. However small it may be, I want it to be a legacy of love for those who follow me.That is the Way I See It. Thursday, August 25, 2011. Hello Faith, Meet Grace. It was through faith Naaman went down to dip himself into the river seven times as he had been directed to do. Faith eventually got Moses to the mountain top. One glimpse of the King and we are consumed by a desire to know more about Him. He is Lord ...To follow...
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The Way I See It.: Way Back When
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The Way I See It. For I will not be back this way again, there is a mark I must leave. However small it may be, I want it to be a legacy of love for those who follow me.That is the Way I See It. Thursday, July 2, 2015. That hurt, but I said it)! I miss those days, but they will not come back. So, we must move on. We can still love sitting on the front porch in the summer and even spin a few of our own "yarns" to our children. And most importantly, we can always share our Way Back When memories. When Noth...
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The Way I See It.: 2011-09-04
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The Way I See It. For I will not be back this way again, there is a mark I must leave. However small it may be, I want it to be a legacy of love for those who follow me.That is the Way I See It. Friday, September 9, 2011. As long as I can remember, I have loved digging in the dirt. When I was four years old, my mother gave me some seeds and told me to plant them. I took them near my summer playhouse and hoed the ground until I got a place cleared away to plant my precious seeds. There is never a time or ...
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The Way I See It.: Call Me Pa and Give Me a Hug...
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The Way I See It. For I will not be back this way again, there is a mark I must leave. However small it may be, I want it to be a legacy of love for those who follow me.That is the Way I See It. Friday, July 6, 2012. Call Me Pa and Give Me a Hug. 8221; My goodness, a nickel would buy a whole sack full of candy back then…So you can imagine, Pa got lots of kiddie sugar. I am not sure how many families living on the knob were actually related to. The next morning even before the sun had burned away the dew ...
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The Way I See It.: My First Thanksgiving Without You
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The Way I See It. For I will not be back this way again, there is a mark I must leave. However small it may be, I want it to be a legacy of love for those who follow me.That is the Way I See It. Monday, November 19, 2012. My First Thanksgiving Without You. How could I face the ham baking we had always done together the night before Christmas arrived? How can I go on? Without contributing extra pain. There just does not seem to be a way to get through the holidays without pain…. There are children looking...
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The Way I See It.: Brotherly Love
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The Way I See It. For I will not be back this way again, there is a mark I must leave. However small it may be, I want it to be a legacy of love for those who follow me.That is the Way I See It. Wednesday, July 15, 2015. When I think back to the time of my childhood and growing up in the Kentucky Knob. 8221; and got creamed. However, that boy never bothered my brother, or me, again…. I have a book titled, God’s Little Devotional Book,. And one of the stories in that book makes me think of my two brothers.
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The Way I See It.: Memories Shared From Yesteryear...
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The Way I See It. For I will not be back this way again, there is a mark I must leave. However small it may be, I want it to be a legacy of love for those who follow me.That is the Way I See It. Wednesday, October 5, 2011. Memories Shared From Yesteryear. My high school years were in the laid-back times of the 1950s. The “ Happy Days. 8221; era…. Could you do the hula with the (still popular) Hula Hoop? Those were the days! Every small town had their “Fonz.” He was the high school dropout...Most every wo...
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The Way I See It.: My First Week Without YOU....
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The Way I See It. For I will not be back this way again, there is a mark I must leave. However small it may be, I want it to be a legacy of love for those who follow me.That is the Way I See It. Wednesday, April 25, 2012. My First Week Without YOU. My First Week without You…. April 18, 2012:. This is the day my husband went home. Plans had to be made. Family had to be consoled. Life had to go on. Oh, my heart is breaking and I am in a state of disbelief. He cannot be gone! That was only a bad dream.
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The Way I See It.: Rocking Chair, Fireflies, and Love
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The Way I See It. For I will not be back this way again, there is a mark I must leave. However small it may be, I want it to be a legacy of love for those who follow me.That is the Way I See It. Thursday, June 20, 2013. Rocking Chair, Fireflies, and Love. The real beauty of the night was the millions of fireflies shinning their little flashlights, lighting the pathway for the crickets and all the other little crawly critters that make up the choir for the night sounds. What a beautiful choir it was!
