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Grandpa John’s Garden
My first memories of the garden are at my Grandparent’s house. My Grandpa John never missed a growing season. His garden stretched from one end of the backyard, to the big tree on the other side. Neat...
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“Watch out for the hole!” I was always told as I was running for the back yard. The perfect place to play while the adults chatted about boring things children wanted nothing to do with. How tall was...
View ArticleThe Great Ball of Soap
There were simple rules at my Grandparents’ house, rules you knew you must abide while visiting. I don’t remember learning most of these guidelines, what I remember is knowing these rules existed and I...
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Fish Read Upside Down
My wonder for all things in nature was really fostered by my Grandparents. I spent many weekends with them as both my parents worked a different type of job, not your regular nine to five. Dad...
View ArticleTomatoes are for Sharing
The summer table was never complete at our house without a plate of sliced tomatoes and a small bowl of cucumbers in vinegar with copious amounts of pepper. My Mom’s version of a salad was minimalist...
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