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woods filled with snow

woods filled with snow

 

 

I walked through woods

as they filled with snow

a winters walk to fill my lungs

with cold december chill

 

I came to a small rise

one that I did not know

where did this hill come from

how was I unaware

 

I looked for familiar sightings

but found none

nothing seemed identifiable

 

I walked to the edge of the hill

and p...

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Selling Christmas Trees and Roman Candles, 1950

 

 

 

 

Selling Christmas Trees and Roman Candles, 1950

 

My older married brother, Willy, asked Kenny and me if we would like to help him sell Christmas trees. We said, “Sure we would love to help.”

Willy had gone into the woods and cut a number of cedar trees. We were going to sell them out of the back of his old Plymouth station wagon and an old trailer. The NAPA auto store...

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