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Childhood Deeds / Linconville, Maine 1957

In search of long lost orchards where apple blossoms bloom; an ole white ashen farmhouse and corncrib-playhouse rooms. Searching for the scent of pine where lingering laughter lies, for the summer days gone by and seashells on the tide. Hungering for spruce gum chaw we dug from crooks of trees for the tart and bittersweet memories of childhood deeds.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 3/17/2009 11:34:00 AM
this is classy!im going to enjoy more of your gems.thanks and may you be ever blessed.
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Date: 3/5/2009 4:48:00 AM
I'm a nostalgia nut. I loved those days when the biggest stressor was batting with 2 outs and the bases loaded. Vince
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Date: 2/14/2009 2:31:00 PM
Deborah AWW there's nothing more fond then childhood memories it sounds like you had a Summer of fun in your playhouse of dreams in Maine! Wonderful nostalgic write! Laura :)
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Date: 2/13/2009 1:07:00 PM
wow-- sweet as I too can remember thank you for sharing this :)
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Date: 2/13/2009 12:59:00 PM
Debbie, this is wonderful. I read Carolyns oem and they say great minds think alike! Childhood memories are great inspirations especially when they come out as good as this. You try to revisit, but it is never the same. The last two lines sum it up perfectly! Love Ya, Robin
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Date: 2/13/2009 12:42:00 PM
Deborah, I think we were on the same page when I wrote "Into the Weeds." Childhood memories are such a great inspiration! Carolyn
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