Her eyes had a sadness to them. A tired look. It was a look of despair and wanting...but of what...
Memories
Stories from the past: Tubmill School, 8-grades taught in a one-room school; Friends and classmates; the Alleghenies and Laurel Mountains, foothills to the Appalachians; childhood memories.
Hunting squirrels and Grandfather’s chores
Granddad, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you what happened in Floon's woods..
Sisters: How many do you need?
Now there too was the differences in their personalities. And sometimes the day of the week or the month mattered greatly!
PRESIDENT was COMING… “Fire Station #1″ meeting
Now Agent A had turned red and was glaring at me as if he wanted to thrash me!
A July surprise, 17 days old
On a bright July day, a family member arrived at the Glessner's family door holding a newborn baby, seventeen-days old.
Silent Student’s Metamorphous
I don't know exactly how or when this transition from silence to having a voice took place.
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