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Relic

A friend helping clean my kitchenbrought me resting on her palmsa long rusty flat item. I said“Doesn’t everyone keep a bayonet in their pantry?”About that weapon: My dad pickedit up in France 1924 from Belleau Wood where was the worst carnage.The trenches now overgrown with weeds. Thousands killed here –They had to clamber over the slainto fire, though […]

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Symphony

When I was small my mom would lie on the couch on  Sunday afternoon with a cloth over her eyes and listen to the symphony on the radio. This  made me uneasy: mothers  shouldn’t lie down with their eyes closed. The domestic ship might run aground with no one at the tiller and who, who […]

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Treacle Well

I lived near Oxford for a yearAnd once bicycled the nearbycountryside with a neighbor. We cycled past a country churchyard and Maggie said, “The TreacleWell is in there” so we parkedour bikes and went through thelychgate to find it. The wellwas unobtrusive. Maggie stoodby the rim and I took her picture. You can’t very wellphotograph a well. […]

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Lord of the Rings

I sought and found a certain grave in North Oxford.  J.R.R. Tolkien’s headstone read simply “Beren” and his wife’s read “Luthien.” I found a pair of  those special dice some of you will know well,  hidden in the leaves, a gift from another pilgrim.  2026 Jacqueline Jackson

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Vet tale

My student, married to a vet, told this story: A woman  entrusted her precious cat to our clinic. The cat promptly  got loose and disappeared.  For two weeks we searched; then the woman was due back. I ordered my husband to meet  her but he vanished to far off locales. I dreaded the moment  when […]

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Chicken S— Bingo

At a country crossroads pub far far from our fair city the long bar was marked with a pattern of grids. Patrons bet on squares. When all were claimed a chicken was released onto an overhead mesh. She picked her way around until the inevitable happened and a plop fell on the grid below. The […]

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Bed Mates

Sows produce huge litters The runt pig is often too weak to force its way amongst its jostling siblings to reach a tit Without milk, the runt perishes Sometimes though the runt is brought into the Big House and kept warm in a box behind grandma’s wood stove. Once, my sister Pat was sleeping in […]

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True Story

My sister Pat, maybe 7, woke early and decided to have an adventure She took some apples, set out  along the shore path, cut across a field, passed some cows, ate an apple, continued on until she had eaten all her apples, judged the long day was over, others would worry, and decided that  running […]

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Letter From My Dad to Brother

Dear Craig, your application received. We can find work you’ll certainly enjoy.Lester could use help, he starts at 4AMand seldom finishes till after 2. Ourmen use to deliver 300 quarts a day.Now up to 600 with every other daydelivery. Your schedule would bestrenuous, 4AM, 7 days a week. Itisn’t as bad as it sounds, but if […]

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