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Joe
My world was young in the 1950's, before small town America built backyard bomb shelters, before Woodstock and free love, when I was just a kid with braids and Joe was just a freckle-faced boy. We behaved in school; talking in the halls, after one warning, was punished with a lick from Mr. Arnett's paddle; there was order in the classroom and lunchroom; recess was a blessed relief for pent up spirits; but . . . we thrived! Spring came; warm sunshine tickled our coats into piles on the sidewalk, and first love came to fruition . . . My sister walked the mile or more with me up Two and Three-quarter Mile Creek to collect love's gift. I still feel the warmth, still smell the earth, freshly turned, still see his boyish, freckled-nose charm as he placed his prize in my hands, a common box turtle. Would that such a simple gift could thrill me now as it did then . . . when love was innocent. © Faye Lanham Gibson, May 15, 2015
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