The Book of Memories_The Family Heirloom_Improving Our World_Play It Again
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The Book of Memories
My parents had always taken photographs of me, my brother and my sisters when we were growing up. But not just normal holographic photographs that we have now. Old photographs from an ancient camera on their even older phones. They even went to the painstaking effort of printing off every single photo on this shiny photograph paper and sticking them into countless photo albums. And that is what I have found myself sorting out in the eerily quiet and empty house. It just isn’t the same without them here. Without them laughing, talking, singing along to their songs. I shift to a crossed-legged ...
The Family Heirloom
The sun dips low as the cicadas bid farewell to summer in deafening hums of celebration. I sit on the front steps, elbows on my knees, and savor the first bite of my BLT. It’s a basic sandwich, I know, but it hits the spot with salty bacon, crisp lettuce and a thick slice of juicy, sweet tomato held together by bookends of soft, white bread. This particular tomato in my BLT is no ordinary garden variety fruit, but it’s a product of centuries of tenacity, creating a flavor profile that is as unique as my family, and I can’t help but reflect as I chew.I come from a long line of farmers. From as ...
Improving Our World
Improving Our World“Hi, Lucy, have you ever thought about how we could better the world?”“I think about it once in a while, but I can’t do it alone,” said Portia. “But what do you think we could do?”“One of the things I thought of was planting a tree,” Portia told her.“That can be done. It’s easy and I love trees. We should get all our neighbour friends together and talk about the things we can do to better our community.”“That’s a good idea, because I know there has to be many ways we can make our world better.” Lucy added.“Come over tomorrow morning and help...
Play It Again
They were twww.onedoor.ccwins. They weren’t identical twins, physically lookin, but in all other ways one could be exchanged for the other and no one that can’t see could tell them apart. One of the things, and there were many, that could drive you to distraction, was their ability to echo one another’s thoughts. Robert having been born first I believe inherited the predominant quality that goes with those that are first, and Roger always the echo, the shadow, a faint breath behind his brother where speech was concerned, a close second. Some called it the reverberation of duplicity, which none at Bishops ...