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Ah, October is gone and November is here. I know this month
will go fast as November always does. Soon, to my disgust, we will hear
Christmas carols while shopping for turkeys. Poor Pilgrims will take a back
seat again. I always loved the Pilgrim stories when I was in grade school…and
the stories about the Mayflower…and about Squanto…because I loved history. I
still do.
On the last road trip, our first stop was at the Churchill
Museum and St. Mary’s church brought to American stone by stone after being
bombed out in WWII. I loved going back in time to the 1940’s. I wrote about
this stop as a guest blogger for Susan over at Writing Straight from Heart. Why
don’t you head over there today and check it out. Leave a comment while you’re
there if you can. Susan and I both adore reading the thoughts of others!
Here is the link: writingstraightfromtheheart.blogspot.com
4 comments:
Hello dear Claudia! Happy November! I can't believe I just wrote that! AND I can't believe it's been SEVEN months since we moved! Now, tell me....just where does that time go??Well, at least we get ONE hour back of it tomorrow a.m.! :)
I'm, of course, heading over to Susan's.
I made a comment on your guest post on Susan's blog. How admirable to reconstruct that church!
I enjoyed going to the link and learning more about you, Claudia! I think I maybe left my comment about our similarities on the wrong blog post, but you and I have several things in common. In addition to you being from southwest Missouri and me growing up in southeast Kansas, we also have written for some of the same publications:
Good Old Days, True Confessions, Byline, and others (though I wrote for ALL of Sterling MacFadden magazines, and some many times; I spent at least 3 years writing for all their publications, and some many times.
It's a small world!
Is Hank your dog? He is so cute? I'm so confused if I'm commenting on the correct post. The one I'm referring to is Autumn's Last Road Trip. I've been out of town, but next time you're on the hill, you should let me know. My daughter lives across the street from the little grocery store down there. Forgot the name... begins with a V...
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