Fredonia
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The Real Meaning of Christmas: Anticipation and Reflection
This year, Christmas arrived before winter did. Retail stores began selling Christmas decorations before Halloween was in the rear view mirror. Black Friday and Cyber Monday emails drowned out any important messages we might have received over the past few days. It’s already overwhelming. And it’s just begun. Today, it seems that Christmas has become Continue reading
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Cherished Memories: Small Town School Days, Rekindled Friendships, and Sentimental Reflections
Between doctor’s appointments, trips to Mayo, MRIs, and CT scans I have time to contemplate my life. Mostly things in my past. It must be my age. It’s also been a blessing tho, since my diagnosis, many old friends have reached out and we reconnected. I appreciate all the prayers, cards and texts. I even Continue reading
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Easter came and I missed it
Pretty funny the things we remember and how we remember them. I have had to ask my daughter several times how long she was here. It was four weeks, or was it five? Before she relocated to Mandan for my treatment, she was looking at Pinterest haircuts for me. Not ever being shy of being Continue reading
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The end is near…
The end of the year is near, but the story of 2023 continues. I could not write about the year while living it. I’m not sure why I need to record the events that transpired, one after another, but I think it is imperative to “get 2023 out of my system.” Writing affords me a Continue reading
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The Jesus Revolution Movie and me
“That movie wasn’t at all what I thought it was going to be.” “Really, what were you expecting?” “I thought it was going to be funny.” Funny, as in haha, make fun of Christianity funny? I suppose considering our differing opinions about church, religion and spirituality, it wasn’t a surprise. Every night, unhindered by the Continue reading
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In the beginning…
There was nothing outstanding about the birth of a child in the 1950s. It was the tail end of the baby boomer generation. It was a Good Friday though. In itself, Good Friday was not a good day for birthing or Jesus. However, in the context of the whole story, it was a good day Continue reading
About Me
I love to write. My background is graphic arts and journalism. My roots are German-Russian from McIntosh County, North Dakota.
My time is spent reading, writing, gardening, cooking, blogging, fiber arts – you name it, we try it.
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