Category: Willows, Memories from Back Home
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April 29, 2008
My father’s mother and father were standing at heaven’s gate with their arms outstretched, smiling, calling their son’s name, “George George come we have missed you!” Their faces full of light, their hearts bursting with joy! Behind them stood his…
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Haircutting at the Monastery
When I lived in a monastery, the Abbot asked who knew how to cut hair. I raised my hand; I had never cut anyone's hair. But being 19, in…
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French Rooster
An American Rooster sets up in France and starts cock-A-doodling in French! When my Mother was 13, she made this little yellow pot-holder rooster. The delicate black stitches have remained straight and even. The button eye has kept its twinkle;…
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A Gift my Mother Gave
My Mother and Aunt Marie used to go to the antique auctions when I was little. After dinner dishes were done, she would race off with a smile, high hopes written all over her face. A 1920s blue glass beaded…