28 Wednesday Nov 2012
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I know. Somewhere out there, beneath the Milky Way, Ira Sayles’ whiskers are quivering, trying to contain his chuckle. What would have been a common sight in his childhood makes me dash for my camera. A Night Visitor leaving gifts!!!!!!!!!!!!
With English Shepherd tracks to the right
So I guess Black Bear are not hibernating yet.
01 Thursday Nov 2012
Posted in Sayles, Strickland, Transcriptions
A most touching note came by snail mail last week. My uncle, a darling man with a twinkling smile and gentle eyes, shared a memory of his mother, my grandmother.
“Mom went down on her knees beside her bed to pray,” he wrote, “EVERY night before going to sleep. The attached is her adaptation of The Lord’s Prayer.” (copied in her hand sometime in November 1971)
