Tag: memories
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Travel Day
My remembrances of Christmases in Crooked Creek always involved travel. First in a black Ford Fairlane station wagon, then in later years a pea green Ford Gran Torino station wagon. Dad was a Ford man and the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree because his son is a Ford truck man and his grandson…
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Oh Christmas Tree
My White Grandma (my dad’s mom) would typically wait for us to get to her house before she put up her Christmas tree. As I’ve come to realize, now having siblings and friends who are grandparents, she waited for her grandson because her joy was magnified by my joy. If you will allow it, joy…
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Mamaw’s Eggs
The Good ‘Ol Days “Brothers and sisters, I do not consider that I have made it my own yet; but one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the [heavenly] prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.”…
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The Haves & Haves
Earlier this Summer ‘24 our family did what has become an annual tradition and went to the beach. We ‘glamp’ as a resort that is nothing short of 5-star spectacular. It is a negotiated truce between a dad that loves to camp in the mountains and a mom who loves the beach. It is wonderful.…
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Gold Shoes
“but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.” Isaiah 40:31 ESV Happy 91st Birthday dad. Your first in Heaven. I see you wearing your shoes of gold and running through fields…
Myron Speaks 