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Remembering “One Man’s Work” Part 2
In mid-December, my Dad. Robert Harris Wilson, will celebrate his 85th birthday. A couple of years ago, I began writing down dad’s stories about growing up in a small town during The Great Depression,...
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Finding Beauty in a Snowbank
The temperature rose to a balmy 24 this morning and the sun was shining on northern Indiana, so I bundled up, grabbed the snow shovel and went to work on our huge front porch. We live in a 140-year-old...
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Remembering Uncle Bill and His Legacy of Love
There were those crazy red neon lips atop the billboard on Lakeshore Drive. And the alley by the brick high school where we played games on summer nights. That walk to the little park with the swimming...
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A Walk Among the Dead on Resurrection Sunday
It was not what I expected to do on an Easter Sunday evening. We had worshiped, feasted and rested. Our hearts and bellies were full with celebration of Christ’s resurrection. Who knew as the sun was...
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I Am a Grower of Tomatoes
What was I thinking? Nine tomato plants — count ‘em, NINE — for two adult people. How did they wind up in the trunk of my car? Yes, there is that 19-year-old who’s home for the summer, but he stays...
View ArticleMaybe It’s Not About Cake; Maybe It’s About Fear
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View ArticleNew Neighbors and a Change in the Landscape
inkspots53@hotmail.com When I stand on my front porch, I can’t see a single house. Trees, soybeans and corn stubble populate the landscape. I like it that way. But around the curve to the north,...
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