Small Treasures – The Orange Fluffy Stuffed Cat A fluffy orange stuffed cat, a source of comfort, though not the toy or comfort of a child, sits on the back of the sofa in my study, the only stuffed animal upon the green and wine-colored plaid sofa. The cat’s color is not overly...
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A Tale of Two Houses on the Road, Originally Dirt, That I Grew Up On
The street in the photo looking up towards the mountains is the present day view of the street that I grew up on. In my early years, until about when I was seven or eight, it was a dirt road. The road at the end of this street is San Fernando Road, the Old 99 Hwy. Railroad tracks are on the other...
Postcard Story – The Fortune Teller – Georges de La Tour – 1630s – The Metropolitan Museum of Art
https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/436838 (In Public Domain) Second Grandson– 12/01/20 …and he never understood all the words of advice, all the talk at the supper table, parents, older brothers and sisters, grandparents - he referred to them as ancient of days with his friends, not...
Last Visit to Richard & The Story I Was Not Able to Read to Him
Last Visit to Richard & The Story I Was Not Able to Read to Him *** For our 55th Year high school reunion, coming up within a week now, the Reunion Committee solicited written submissions from all our classmates to include in an electronic Commemorative Book of Memory & Testament. To...
A Meditation Upon “The Book Smugglers – Partisans, Poets, and the Race to Save Jewish Treasures from the Nazis – The True Story of the Paper Brigade of Vilna”
A Meditation Upon “The Book Smugglers – Partisans, Poets, and the Race to Save Jewish Treasures from the Nazis – The True Story of the Paper Brigade of Vilna” This posting is not so much a formal book review as it is a personal meditation on “The Book Smugglers”. This book spoke volumes and...
Postcard Stories – Young Mother Sewing – Mary Cassatt – 1900 – The Metropolitan Museum of Art
https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/10425 Second Granddaughter – 04/21/14 …and the young girl loved her mother who she thought was very pretty and sometimes she just wanted to be with her and watch her cook, or read, or sew. And sometimes she would just watch and sometimes she would...
Often Nights Turn into “Armageddon Scenes”. When Attacks with Missiles and Drones Begin, our Army Shoots them Down. Часто ночі перетворюються на «сцени Армагеддону». Коли починаються атаки ракетами і дронами, наша армія їх збиває.
Often Nights Turn into "Armageddon Scenes". When Attacks with Missiles and Drones Begin, our Army Shoots them Down. Часто ночі перетворюються на «сцени Армагеддону». Коли починаються атаки ракетами і дронами, наша армія їх збиває. *** Very early on June 8, I sent a lengthy email to...
The Broken Love Stone – If Love is Missing or Fractured, It is Then Like a Constellation Without Many of its Stars, and Those Stars Remaining Dimmed and Barely Visible.
The Broken Love Stone - If Love is Missing or Fractured, It is then Like a Constellation Without Many of its Stars, and Those Stars Remaining Dimmed and Barely Visible. I have walked by these stones, actually more like ceramic eggs, many times over the years on my long walks, with the stones at...