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The Good Doctor
Having woken up with a scratchy throat today I was reminded of the many nasty sore throats I had as a kid in the fifties.
A group of recollections from growing up on a farm, of sorts. A group of recollections from growing up on a farm, of sorts. A group of recollections from growing up on a farm, of sorts. A group of recollections from growing up on a farm, of sorts. A group of recollections from growing up on a farm, of sorts.
Having woken up with a scratchy throat today I was reminded of the many nasty sore throats I had as a kid in the fifties.
We boarded a horse and a pony from fall through the following spring. They were from a summer camp where they put up with campers
I am not exactly a cat person: I love dogs and cats equally. But this is a story about a particularly deep relationship I had
The details are still vivid but the dates are blurred in my memory. We had a sweet, apologetic dog name Bonnie, a collie who was
So it’s the eve of Christmas Eve, and here comes the memory. Until now I have not written about my father’s untimely and horrid death
We got two goats, a male and a female. My oldest brother Fred was supposed to milk Mrs. Goat but he wasn’t able to get