Personal Reflections of
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I’ve decided it’s all about perspective. Every place you stand, feet planted on solid ground, you can turn a degree or a day at a time and make the circle, noting the blessings.
Mile Marker 436 by Deb Carpenter-Nolting Digital Story of Mile Marker 436 We measure life’s journeys by mile markers: new years, birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, and other significant events. Sometimes these miles are marked by the journeys themselves: traversing new trails, visiting vast expanses, following an inner compass which leads us outside our normal bounds,… Read more
What value can be found in this particular byway? My gold was wisdom gained from the
journey, its weight determined by the memories made, the laughter mined, the flecks
discovered in the panned river of tears.
Dad had raised a number of crops during his lifetime but had never planted corn. That summer, he decided to put corn in some of the bottom ground near the creek. The rains came at just the right time, and the corn was beautiful.
Music has always been important to the family. Many of the aunts and uncles and cousins could play some type of instrument and everyone sang and enjoyed listening to music. Grandma relished all kinds of music. I remember dropping by for visits and watching her hustle over to the large console to turn down Tom Jones’ “She’s a Lady” or Neil Diamond’s “Sweet Caroline” (Grandma’s name was Caroline, so she especially liked this tune). I also remember lying on the living room floor, eye level with Grandma’s feet, watching her work the pedals and listening to the low tones that harmonized with the music from upper keyboards.
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