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Contents: December 2009
Thoughts from the Editor for December
Stories
Poetry
Janice Ewing: 2 Poems
Cleaning Out the Garage
In Memory of Ginny
Joe Quinton: 3 Poems
Affair
Finished
From Rena
Naomi Sved: A Poem
Living
Stories
Daughters of Memory ~ Barbara Fryrear
Uncle Cecil hadn't been any fun at all since he married Fayrene, because in her zeal to mend all his unfortunate habits, she had also cured him of poetry. Maybe she did it on purpose, or maybe she just didn’t know the difference.
A Beautiful Girl in a Flying White Cape ~ Len Gottesman
As I approached the building a girl in a flying white cape walked briskly up the stairs. I hurried, but all I saw was an attractive face and figure which disappeared through the front door. When I reached the door, she was gone.
November 1991: Waiting for the 14 ~ J M Huscher
In 1991 the Soviets retreated from Eastern Europe, taking with them the rigid state-enforced atheism, and leaving the door wide open for Bible-believing missionaries like my parents. The five of us moved to Budapest in August of that year, ready for the sort of thing that no one can prepare for at all.
Riding in the Car with Papa and Eva ~ Kate Lydon
I had very clear memories from my childhood of riding in a car which Papa was driving. (The experience of careening down a one-way, one-lane street at 90 miles an hour on a Sunday morning in a densely populated area just isn't easy to forget.)
Archaeology ~ Patricia Zita Krisch
My daughter, Maria, is now twenty-five, lives a thousand miles away, and is only home for short visits. Gradually I have moved my writing space into her bedroom, but most of the room is still set up for her: bed, dresser and books on the shelves.
Ho Ho Whoa! ~ Mary Porth
The best of winter holiday seasons can take a lot out of a person. As a young wife and mother, I was nearly done in by Christmas of 1988.
Autobiography of Nathaniel Watson Ladd, part 3
Excerpt from the autobiography of a New Hampshire native born in 1848: Nathaniel, my great-grandfather, was called "Concord Nat" because he carried on at Concord an extensive tanning business. He married the daughter of General Smith of Epping and they lived in great style. When she came to Epping to visit her sister, Mrs. Watson, a roll of carpet was laid down from the carriage to the door for her to step on. Her sister's husband said, "They come like the whirlwind and they will go like the lightning."
Uncle Cecil hadn't been any fun at all since he married Fayrene, because in her zeal to mend all his unfortunate habits, she had also cured him of poetry. Maybe she did it on purpose, or maybe she just didn’t know the difference.
A Beautiful Girl in a Flying White Cape ~ Len Gottesman
As I approached the building a girl in a flying white cape walked briskly up the stairs. I hurried, but all I saw was an attractive face and figure which disappeared through the front door. When I reached the door, she was gone.
November 1991: Waiting for the 14 ~ J M Huscher
In 1991 the Soviets retreated from Eastern Europe, taking with them the rigid state-enforced atheism, and leaving the door wide open for Bible-believing missionaries like my parents. The five of us moved to Budapest in August of that year, ready for the sort of thing that no one can prepare for at all.
Riding in the Car with Papa and Eva ~ Kate Lydon
I had very clear memories from my childhood of riding in a car which Papa was driving. (The experience of careening down a one-way, one-lane street at 90 miles an hour on a Sunday morning in a densely populated area just isn't easy to forget.)
Archaeology ~ Patricia Zita Krisch
My daughter, Maria, is now twenty-five, lives a thousand miles away, and is only home for short visits. Gradually I have moved my writing space into her bedroom, but most of the room is still set up for her: bed, dresser and books on the shelves.
Ho Ho Whoa! ~ Mary Porth
The best of winter holiday seasons can take a lot out of a person. As a young wife and mother, I was nearly done in by Christmas of 1988.
Autobiography of Nathaniel Watson Ladd, part 3
Excerpt from the autobiography of a New Hampshire native born in 1848: Nathaniel, my great-grandfather, was called "Concord Nat" because he carried on at Concord an extensive tanning business. He married the daughter of General Smith of Epping and they lived in great style. When she came to Epping to visit her sister, Mrs. Watson, a roll of carpet was laid down from the carriage to the door for her to step on. Her sister's husband said, "They come like the whirlwind and they will go like the lightning."
Poetry
Janice Ewing: 2 Poems
Cleaning Out the Garage
In Memory of Ginny
Joe Quinton: 3 Poems
Affair
Finished
From Rena
Naomi Sved: A Poem
Living
