Maxine Loved My Rhubarb Jam, I Loved Her Black Eyed Peas

It was the 1970s when my late and very great mother-in-law, Maxine, paid her first visit to us here in the hinterland of Minnesota. At the breakfast table, Maxine spread my homemade rhubarb-strawberry jam on her toast and to this day I see her smiling eyes and hear her sweet Tennessee drawl. “It’s the best…
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Envisioning Bethlehem’s Scene From Our Hayloft

Dad has been gone for 29 years, and the barn even longer than that. But sometimes I still see him milking, and sometimes I still smell the hay. Sweet clover, I believe. The barn and the fragrance of hay is a childhood memory that goes hand-in-hand with Christmas. Its right up there with the aroma…
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Christmas Is!

They’d apparently been cooped up too long because a couple of our Christmas decorations were in the midst of a tiff when I took them down from the shelf. “No young folk ever look at you,” I heard the scarlet-mouthed poinsettia say to the mistletoe. “You’re dull and drab you know.” But the gray-eyed mistletoe…
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Thoughts From The Heart On Thanksgiving

Fall always has been my favorite season. It stems from growing up on a farm. I absolutely loved the night when the very first frost was predicted and the whole family would traipse to the garden with boxes and gunny sacks to gather the bounty so it wouldn’t perish from the cold. It was usually…
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