3 January  …

 

A milestone was reached last New Year’s Eve.  It has been exactly seventy years since the fateful party I gave which ended with my Daddy sticking his head in my bedroom at 0500 (as George left with a roar in his “Frankenstein” Ford) asking why George didn’t stay for breakfast. 

This is the first New Year’s Eve without him since 1949-50.  My how rapidly that time flew …

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Healing continues at the two forward, one back pace making it difficult to write an upbeat blog.

So  …

For all of you, here is my end-of-the-year prayer …

 

May you walk gently through the world and know its beauty all the days of your life.

Apache Prayer

 

… ‘til next week …