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The coffee tree
Wednesday, April 8, 2020 12:46 PM
My father explained that Pa Barney had been an old man when he sat down to write his recollections, but that Pa Barney had been no more than a teenager in 1861 when he first enlisted in Ohio’s 101 Volunteer Infantry Division.
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  • The coffee tree

    Wednesday, April 8, 2020 12:46 PM
    My father explained that Pa Barney had been an old man when he sat down to write his recollections, but that Pa Barney had been no more than a teenager in 1861 when he first enlisted in Ohio’s 101 Volunteer Infantry Division.
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  • It’s redbud time

    Thursday, April 2, 2020 8:04 AM
    Our first few years at the creek we had so very much to learn, and when I heard that there was going to be a presentation about wild edibles a few hours’ drive east, I knew just what to do. I set the alarm and woke Greg early one morning, and off we headed in the predawn darkness.
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  • Getting by in these times

    Thursday, March 26, 2020 8:10 AM
    The purpose of the following story is really to remind myself, and perhaps you, that even though times are difficult and scary, there really is good all around.
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  • Maple syrup time

    Thursday, March 19, 2020 8:13 AM
    It somehow reminds me of fishing, sitting quietly with my thoughts, hardly moving at all and being outside for the entire day. This year, for a variety of reasons, we have not tapped any maple trees in the creek valley, but thankfully we still have several quart jars of maple syrup left over from our past years of sugaring. Even so, with at least a year’s supply of syrup in the cupboard, I find myself missing the magical process of boiling down maple sap into syrup.
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  • Simply meant to be

    Thursday, March 12, 2020 8:39 AM
    We walked through the old front door, the bell tinkling over our heads to signal our entrance. The wonderful smell of old treasures greeted us immediately. The day’s bright sunshine shone through the shop’s windows.
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  • Sunshine windows

    Thursday, March 5, 2020 6:51 AM
    My reasoning is that the creek valley outside our windows is beautiful, and I gladly welcome it into our inside lives. This leads me to the fact that we now live without window dressings of any kind.
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  • Off-grid country road

    Thursday, February 27, 2020 7:05 AM
    It is two miles down a one-lane country road to our driveway. The road runs alongside the anything-but-Straight Creek, passing by three other properties before ours, and ends at a farm gate that lies over a mile past our barn.
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  • On the wings of words

    Wednesday, February 19, 2020 2:25 PM
    As I hung up the phone after talking to my unknown caller, it occurred to me that just as I have no idea of where my stories might land, our Nana and our father quite likely had no notion of the years and generations over which their stories would be shared. I may not know where my stories may touch down to pass the time, but I do know that I am proud to carry on the family tradition, and that I am ever so thankful to be able to share with each and every one of you.
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  • Weeding within

    Thursday, February 13, 2020 7:45 AM
    The seed catalogs are beginning to gather on my desk like a flock of brightly colored birds. I know that I have actually only ordered seeds from one or two of their pages, yet somehow, the catalogs seem to believe that it is wise for them to gather where they can flirt with my warm weather dreams.
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  • Nana’s stories

    Wednesday, February 5, 2020 9:23 AM
    We did not get to see her often, for she lived far away, but whenever she came to visit, it was a very special, almost magical time. Her laugh sounded like tinkling bells. Her blue eyes always sparkled with a hint of mischief, and her gray hair hung in gently wild wisps around her always smiling face. She was our Nana.
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