Swimming, in my brother's pool. Marie and Molly.   Guy cousins, (Mat's son, Sam, W. my brother's Zane son and Sacha.)   Admiration.     Jumping high, and laughing, "More, more, higher, higher…" Big cousin with little cousin.  …

                                     Growing up in a small town means you know everyone and everyone knows you. Do I daresay, it is possible that you are known before you are born, and are known long after you are gone? I lived…

  As I rolled over in bed I felt the weight of the blanket, chilly was an unusal greeting. The morning birds, that usually work as an alarm clock, did not wake me, where did they go? What time was…

  My five littlest nieces, and I had a contest. "Whos hair would be the longest when I returned home to visit." The contest started in February, and ended with my visit home two weeks ago.     Molly came…

Still life on a windy day…. As if nature takes a brush, dips it in the wind, then sways the wheat golden.   Have you planted a garden this year?  

  Today is the Portuguese Festa in Princeton. As a child I attended the Festa every June without fail, until I moved away from home to a distant land. Since, then I have attended a hand full of times. Once…