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Dear Dwight and Kathy, I don’t know many people who have “made it” together for fifty years. Fifty years is a long time. And you made it! I was married twice. Many of us have been married two or three times, trying to get it right. Some sadly lose a spouse before reaching that big anniversary. You celebrated in Fayetteville, Tennessee. You, your daughter, and your son set it up for gaiety with your memories everywhere. Thank you for inviting us. You two have lived your lives hopping from one place to another. The military took you all over the world. Swing your partner round and round.... Don’t get me wrong here. No ego was showing. There was no pretending from you to have had an easy road.

My Classroom

Today is the first day of school in Norfork, where I live. I’m thinking about children, teachers, schools. I am not numb to the blue skies looking like a flat-top table. A day to recall memories of teaching grades 7–11 in Needmore, Indiana. Needmore is situated between Bloomington and Bedford. The main source of work in that area was quarry work, limestone quarries. I was the new teacher in the school, and I had a Southern drawl. When I called roll, giggles and twittering broke out from the children. I taught in that little school for four years. I don’t know if the students learned much from me as an English teacher, but I learned plenty from them about community, courage, and encouragement

Coming Home

We were excited. She was coming home. We had housed 15 horses over the years, looking for a super gentle one. We wanted to trust a horse to be safe with our little grandchildren. Again and again, we were disappointed. Bill Adams of Norfork, a cowboy friend, said, “I’ve got just the one.” He was right. Her name was Robin. She was a white horse with speckles like a robin’s egg. Her color is called “a gray.” Robin was a 13-year-old mare. A Missouri Fox Trotter with papers. We didn’t care if she was a mutt mix, but she was not. We cared only that she be gentle. The owner was ready to sell her. I must tell you that I’m not a true animal lover. I do not get instantly attached to dogs, cats, horses


Our leader called it a circle-story. The beginning of the video was about a little boy receiving a gift of soap in a shoebox. The closing focused on that same person as an adult giving a bar of soap to another as one gift item in a shoebox. That same evening, ten of us packed ourselves into a white van that someone called a bus. I know much about buses. When I was in later elementary, then junior high school, my brothers and sisters and I packed ourselves into a church bus and we’d go to camp, church, Vacation Bible School (VBS). Everyone in the bus talked at the same time. The only rule I remember was: Sit down and stay in your seat. Living in a city at the time, I applied that rule to all

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