How many of my readers know?
A. That my father died when I was in 7th grade
B. That my classmates in English class had to write letters of condolence
N.B. I saved these letters for many years. I suppose they disappeared in a general clearance when the house was finally sold. And I was far away in Africa.
birding and bird photography
Retired, not expired: words from the after(work)life. And music. Lots of music!
Nadia, Owen, Oliver and Ocean - The Kralovec Family
Great Blue Herons: A study in patience and grace
Adventures in Genealogy
A touch of whimsy. Why not?
Mostly books, with a little wine writing on the side
True stories about World War II - One war. Two Countries. One Family
A foray into the phantasmagoria of everyday living by a polytheistic priestess and champion of the Humanities
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”/Let us go and make our visit.
Janet's Thread 2 
How sad.
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Yes. It was a very sad time.
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