A Milkweed Memory

Walking about the woodland Saturday, I some noticed milkweeds along the driveway ditch which brought to mind a story. It’s a story that gives a little idea of what Dad was like. Dad was sitting out with Mom and me in the side yard late one summer. He had a Falls City beer in hand…

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Potato Dictato

Potato Dictato Mary Ellen Wall   I come into the living room with Jimmy’s dinner cause it was football on and his eyes was glued to it. I set the fried pork chop and buttered taters on his lap and was sticking the fork, not the pointy end, into his hand when the TV went…

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