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Thursday, Dec. 29, 2011 12:00 am

A recent letter from my sister Pat relates this tale about our oldest sister Joan as a kid.

joan read all the time — do you recall when we were parked in front of the post office I don’t remember quite how it began but I have a clear picture of our sister emerging from the p.o. d
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Wednesday, Dec. 21, 2011 12:00 am
My Gift           This poem was written by my mother,Vera Wardner Dougan, to my father,for their first Christmas together, 1924.If I could give to you one only gift
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Thursday, Dec. 15, 2011 12:00 am
you could buy your way out of the civil war pay someone two hundred dollars to take your place the farmer on the road near us (well before my grampa was born) did so his replacement was killed. many y
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Thursday, Dec. 8, 2011 12:00 am
swanpoem #1a lone swan patrolled this little stretch of the ohio for five years until he disappeared some say they saw him flying south in the company of two whistling swans so my friends’ small
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Thursday, Dec. 1, 2011 12:00 am
catalpaforest story part 1near the wisconsin farm we lived onwe kids at exploratory age followedthe crick discovered upstream a groveof trees planted incongruously in rowsstrange trees catalpa trees w
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Wednesday, Nov. 23, 2011 12:00 am
phonepoem #1the phone just rang it was newt gingrich without preamble the voice said “this is newt gingrich – as someone who loves america” – at which I hung up I can think of
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Thursday, Nov. 17, 2011 12:00 am
chickenfeedpoem #3and then there’s the rooster in thebackyard hedge between us and the neighbors he ate from the dogdishes at their backdoor and oursgrew into a bold and brassy chapwho dashed ou
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Thursday, Nov. 10, 2011 12:00 am
today we crossed the lindsay bridgetoday we crossed the lindsay bridgetoday we crossed the lindsay bridgewe were among the firstthe streetlamps are so sleek and blackthe streetlamps are so sleek and b
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Thursday, Nov. 3, 2011 12:00 am
that story I told a few weeks ago aboutchickens eating meat well I’ve beenswamped with chicken stories they are good press my friend jack knows a farmer east of town whose chicken coop is anold
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Thursday, Oct. 27, 2011 12:00 am
a guy was interviewed on NPR who’dbuilt a full-size wooden bicycle one thatreally works he said the chain was thehardest part why’d he do it? a friend bet hecouldn’t now I’d li

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