My Aunt Ruth Had 1000 Kids, None Of Her Own.
My Aunt Ruth was a lady you never forgot if you ever met her. Especially if you were a kid. Her years of teaching horse riding lessons at Camp Little
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My Aunt Ruth was a lady you never forgot if you ever met her. Especially if you were a kid. Her years of teaching horse riding lessons at Camp Little
The way you and I remember the dead, especially our family members is often more lofty than when they were alive on earth. We tend to see the good points
Household alcohol did not have a role shaping my Maine farm childhood. Not every Maine household was so lucky. You can find, see the scars, feel the deep hurt of
It takes logging a few years of life on the revolving blue and green marble to come to realize you need a special spot to run away to in Maine.
Growing up on a Maine potato farm, my parents both raised the four boys to be God fearing. Respect for the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. Being out in
When you are a new born child, brought in to a warm healthy loving Maine home, the world revolves around that precious package wrapped in baby sized pink or blue