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The yellow birdhouse

Around 5-ish, summer’s sweetness calls me uphill after a day’s work outdoors and one last peek at the bees. Now, to cook dinner—cheese ravioli with venison marinara sauce and lettuce salad from our raised bed. “Food! Glorious food!” sings in my mind. The words and...

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Remembering the good ol’ days

My brothers reminded me the other day of some of our good times back when we were just kids in the fifties. Both of my brothers rode bikes delivering newspapers all over our city every day. The name of the paper was the Chatham Daily News. They would just happen to be...

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To capture a swarm of bees

I shook the kitchen rugs by the back steps. Next, I’d make coleslaw and put chicken and potatoes in the oven for company. All was well on another beautiful, Michigan Saturday. Then my husband shouted from down the hill, hands cupped to his mouth. “Your bees are on the...

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Overcoming anger

As I write this, I reflect that today was my kung fu teacher’s birthday. He passed away two years ago. As a teenager, I began studying martial arts and was heavily invested in them until my mid-twenties. I eventually achieved the rank of instructor (sifu, as it is...

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Creation of an obsessed genealogist

During my wife Cindie’s senior year in high school, Denver Leinonen assigned the students in his American history class an assignment to create their own family tree. Cindie’s grandfather, Harold Walton, was the keeper of the family records and memorabilia. He...

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Remembering significant things

“Iris, don’t be surprised if Daddy doesn’t remember you. And I can’t promise he’ll be awake for a visit,” my cousin said on the phone. “Thanks for the warning. It’s been two years since we last saw him, so we’ll take the risk. Besides, Mel and I plan to visit Mom’s...

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Grace at full strength

I love coffee. I like a bit of ice in my coffee just to keep from getting burned. I do, however, also like cold coffee. I enjoy really strong coffee, but I cannot handle having my coffee too hot! A burned tongue is an indignity that lasts for several days preventing...

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If you don’t use it, you lose it

Months ago, I drove my dirty 2010 blue Prius to Mister C’s Car Wash in Rochester. Thanks to my husband, personal grocery shopper and chauffeur to church, restaurants, and Cook’s Farm Dairy in Ortonville, I hadn’t driven in weeks. I waited in Mister C’s long, hairpin...

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Mine eyes have seen the glory

In honor of Independence Day, I’d like to reflect on the words of “My Name is Old Glory” written by Howard Schnauber in 1994 with credit to the Fort Collins Public Library. “I am the flag of the United States of America. My name is Old Glory. I fly atop the world’s...

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