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Of Grannys and Groceries and the Ol’ Summertime

There we were—my ninety-year old Granny and I, sitting in front of the small-town Grocery, waiting for my mom and my daughter to finish shopping.  Grandma was chattering away in the back seat, but I knew she wasn’t talking to me.
“You feel cold?” she said.  “I don’t want you to cry.”  Granny peered at her [...]

The Launching…

It was a day we won’t soon forget. A day that lives in infamy—the Day of the Balloon.
My father called the crew together in the early morning hours, directing us to a newly-planted cornfield at the far corner of the farm. Nearly everyone was there—the kids, grandkids, in-laws and siblings. Even Grandpa [...]

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