This piece took me for a ride, McConnelsville, early ‘50s, a hand pump for the cistern in the side yard, barn behind the house. My great-grandmother died just a few miles from her farm that Ohio Power purchased to scrape the growing soil off a few feet of soft coal. The circus came to town so I got to see elephants parade down Route 60 with my cousin. I return on occasion to check the grave stones of my people in the Ebenezer cemetery, a little more sandstone eroded since the last visit.
This piece took me for a ride, McConnelsville, early ‘50s, a hand pump for the cistern in the side yard, barn behind the house. My great-grandmother died just a few miles from her farm that Ohio Power purchased to scrape the growing soil off a few feet of soft coal. The circus came to town so I got to see elephants parade down Route 60 with my cousin. I return on occasion to check the grave stones of my people in the Ebenezer cemetery, a little more sandstone eroded since the last visit.
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Thank you for this gift today. 💗
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I can feel the threads of love through this writing. All the things we know and how that knowing isn’t ours alone. Thank you for this. ❤️
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Thanks for sharing your treasured memories. It makes me miss my grandparents yard and all of their blooming bushes that are no longer there. Love you!
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Amy, this piece is gorgeous, gripping. The scent of peonies, pink ones, specifically, will hang in the air all day...
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