McGuffey’s New Third Eclectic Reader Don’t Quit When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill, When funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest if you must,…
Annaka’s Vision Fall Village 2.0 There are many reasons why people create miniature worlds; there is a marvel to the activity that truly thrills the soul. As I have already written about, on these pages, the Christmas Village began during Kate and my first Christmas together, in 1987, in Long Beach, California. I…
The Delacorte Clock I love Central Park, in New York City; and I love that despite growing up in the age of horror stories about Central Park, I now very much feel like it is one of those wonderful places in the world, that I own, at least, just a bit. The first time,…
Too Soon for Snow We are not supposed to be having this type of snow storms or temperatures for Thanksgiving; it is too soon for snow! Nevertheless, and regardless of how I might feel about the chilly weather, with yes, record breaking cold predicated for Thanksgiving Day; I must still admit that…
Faith Bradford’s Gift to You and Me “The scale of this twenty-three-room house is one inch to one foot, accommodating the miniature furniture that Faith Bradford (1880-1970) played with as a girl and collected as an adult. She imagined the dwelling as the turn-of-the 20th-century household of Mr. and Mrs. Peter Doll, their ten…
I Do not want to Forget to be Thankful do you forget to be thankful I know it happens unintentionally I am certain but somehow thankful gets overwhelmed by sorrow or desire or even need real or imagined is inconsequential when overlooking thankfulness our focus changes instead of seeing our blessings we only…
Cooking with Children I am sure I have already shared with you my fond memories of cooking with my Mother; in the kitchen she was perhaps more easy going than anywhere else, I can think of, truly never saying no. My Mother would let me experiment, providing me, to the best of her…
To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~ Grapes, Lemons, Pears, and Apples by Vincent Van Gogh Oddly, this is not a painting that I love. Rather I am sharing it with you because it was new to me, when I saw…
Veterans Day “In the most solemn, purposeful procession to thread the canyon of Broadway in a generation, 15,000 veterans of the World war yesterday marched, with their auxiliaries, in the 23rd annual Armistice Day parade. Solemn, for the truce that was signed in the Forest of Compiegne 23 years ago was frittered away at…
Yes, Turkeys in November, Again On a rainy, dreary day, the turkeys came looking for a bite to eat, that they appear to need. As they wandered around the yard, they lifted my spirits; as nature does. They changed my focus from the overcast skies to the still colored landscape, which they so perfectly…
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