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I’ve heard throughout my life that you will only have one or two very best friends in your lifetime. I’m talking about the kind of friend who stays near, no matter how far you may push them away. Remains resilient, no matter how “Crazy, right out of the box” you are. Regardless of how differently…
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September 04, 2025 On September 04, our father turned 88 years young. ANY birthday of his is worth celebrating in the eyes of his children. However, he is a very active man, with social obligations, such as the Masonic temple and the local American Legion. He still plays his guitar and sings in a band,…
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ANOTHER SAGA FROM THE STAFFORD-SHELBY FARM Thirty-one years ago, my dearest and best friend Burton Chester Stafford came to me on a snow-covered day in December, sat at my kitchen table and told me that he was going to marry is high school sweetheart and wanted me to go shopping with him for the ring…
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Friday, Sept 5, 2025 I stopped by my dad’s this morning to give him a haircut. It was the day after his 88th Birthday. He poured me a cup of coffee and told his wife, Sharon, and me that he was going to start making breakfast for us. ” No, Dad, don’t make anything for…
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Written in 2014. THIS IS THE FIRST- cobbled-up playhouse. I am not sure how it all happened. I know I was in the room when eight out of the ten of our grandbabies were born. I was there to sing Happy BIRTH day in a hushed whisper to each one of them for the first time. …
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BRUTUS This is our family pet Brutus. Well actually, I think all the animals on our farm are pets in one sense or another. Brutus is an Australian Shepherd. (river rock-clay) is what they call his coloring/markings. I feel very fortunate to write that all of our outside farm dogs have been great, docile, family-oriented…
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November 2003 Apparently, it did mean something, because within six months of the book being published, I was getting all sort of emails and text asking me when and if there was going to be a sequel. I had not planned on writing one, but I thought the idea had some merit to it. I…
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November 2017 Things here at the farm have gotten rather busy. Crowded…. but a sweet comfortable crowded might be a better use of the word. It all began in March. Our youngest Daughter, a professional gal with a wonderful hubby and four children, decided they would like to build their own home . In 8 years…
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December 2017 Our Dad has been playing guitar since He was 14. He comes from musically inclined people. His Dad’s father played the Violin, and his Mom’s Dad, Granddad Fred, played guitar. My Dad lost his own father when he was ten years old. Such a terrible loss for a child. As He grew up,…
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July 2016 Back in 1975, my Dad worked for a small plastic injection company. The owner , Mel, was a real penny pincher from way back. Our Dad said, He would pay his electric just before it was to be disconnected so he could keep his money as long as possible. And, He was known to break pencils…
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