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we are life everlasting. . .and have been . . .
White Superiority Is Not New. . . . I don’t know what could have prepared me for my entry into a white Protestant family. It was not that they were well versed about the sect, but something special born into. And certainly nothing in my history would have told me the details awaiting me. What…
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A Quirk Of The Mind. . . . .
Because energy can no longer be summoned, memory comes to play as I flip pages of this very difficult lifetime of my history. Quickly I ensconce in a time the Teachers called a quirk of mind. It is my evolution’s restart and life’s rescue. It also makes a normal life impossibly hard. I think of…
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A Warm Hug. . .
\I was just 16 when my younger sister caught me in a lie leaving me so embarrassed that on the spot I knew that I would forever tell the truth. And from that moment on, I became a truth teller. I alibied others or as my sister said, made excuses for them, but was hard…
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Gifted. . . brothers for a hundred years but my heart. . . awash
Theodore D. Socha August 23, 1925 — July 19, 2023 Theodore D. Socha, a longtime Royalton resident, passed away on July 19 at the age of 97. He was predeceased by his beloved wife of 68 years Harriet K. (Muck) Socha. For many years Ted and Harriet operated a family-run…
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The Surety Makes The Difference. . . .
A Small Thing To Be Sure. . . . Lori came to my door while I sat and wished for a derrick to materialize to lift me unto my bed. It never happened but a small miracle did and gave me wings to soar by myself. Seems like a small thing? A really small…
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What We Feed Our Minds. . .
My Mentor said seeing you will not see and hearing you will not hear. I have long known that we are other than what we seem. When the veil was lifted for our middle son David and he saw what was his to see , he asked of me, how long have you been dodging…
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All Who I Am. . . with knees bent . .
I scribed October 10, 1983. . . We wait for this day. You hear the arguments in the head and you think all the while the hands do the mind’s bidding. In this we find a great interest and comfort knowing that it is possible to function in a secular life and continue to grow. …
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Life’s Adjuncts . . . like me. . . .
Life’s Adjuncts . . . It seems I drive my family crazy trying to follow my thinking. My mate of many years said too many times that George did not say what I repeated George said. I looked my mate straight in the eye and said then I elevated George’s thinking. Eyebrows shot up and…
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Even a little bit of difference. . . .
This potholder was made by our friend Sally’s mother. She made many of them and when she left this earth, Sally gave each of us a potholder to take home. And I tell you true, every time I have used this I bring to mind Sally’s mom to wonder if she made great strides in…
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Born With Conscience . . . .
and memory. . . . . . My readers are perceptive and I grasp eagerly what they say. One said there are places I would not be allowed to voice my thoughts or concerns. I have lived almost my entire life being cautioned as I left the house about what I say. I had no…