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Childhood Nostalgia

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When I was a child, I went picking blueberries, I was perhaps three. Mom and my two sisters were all the family I knew. One day, my mom taught me how to make a whistle; I had just turned four. I knew nothing of my dad, he was off fighting a war. I've blocked out the fire, the winter our house burnt down; I was not yet five. Yet, remember a neighbor warmed my feet in her oven. I recall the train that took us from New Brunswick to Ontario. I couldn't speak any English, yet relished the adventure.

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Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 8/31/2022 2:52:00 PM

Such a vivid write Emile. So beautiful! Congratulations on your win! Linda

Emile Pinet
Date: 8/31/2022 4:06:00 PM

Thanks, Linda, I appreciate your comments, have a good day my friend, Emile.

Francine Roberts

Date: 8/31/2022 8:37:00 AM

that is beautiful , congrats

Emile Pinet
Date: 8/31/2022 10:41:00 AM

Thanks, Francine, I appreciate your comments, my friend, Emile.

Christuraj Alex

Date: 8/31/2022 6:05:00 AM

Wow! Great memories! Beautifully written. Congratulations!

Emile Pinet
Date: 8/31/2022 10:41:00 AM

Thanks, Christuraj, I appreciate your comments, my friend, Emile.

Terry Miller

Date: 8/31/2022 5:52:00 AM

A wonderful write Emile.

Emile Pinet
Date: 8/31/2022 10:40:00 AM

Thanks, Terry, as always, I appreciate your comments, my friend, Emile.

Yolanda Nicholsen

Date: 8/19/2022 2:52:00 AM

lovely write

Emile Pinet
Date: 8/31/2022 10:39:00 AM

Thanks, Yolanda, I appreciate your comments, my friend, Emile.

L Milton Hankins

Date: 8/18/2022 10:37:00 AM

Very young memories, Emile. Like you, my earliest memories are of the women in the family. My father was somewhere in the Pacific. The real conflict in my life began when he returned from the war. Nice job. I enjoyed this.

Emile Pinet
Date: 8/18/2022 11:04:00 AM

Thanks, Milt, we share many common threads of our past. I appreciate your comments, my friend, Emile.