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At Home in the Woods- Abby's World


Fri, Nov 8th, 2002
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The Lanesboro library was our first stop. She found the children's section immediately, picked out a book with an elephant on the front cover sitting in a bathtub drinking tea. She sat at one of the small chairs and began to turn the pages. I picked out several more books for her, all of which she firmly discarded except for one with a big green frog on the cover. When we left she said, "Thank you, Nancy Bee, for taking me to this new library." The library was new to her.

Next, we walked around the pond in Sylvan Park. I pointed out the geese swimming towards us. She thought they were coming to kiss her. We passed a woman walking with her little girl. Abby greeted the little girl enthusiastically and the two of them waved to each other again and again, as they walked around the pond in opposite directions.

Abby is my three-year-old great niece. She was to be with me all day. Because it was no more than a day, I had the luxury of giving her my complete attention and energy.

The park playground was a big hit. Abby immediately climbed the steps to the slides and slid down every one. She ran fearlessly back and forth across the swinging bridge. She was in a world that was exactly the right size, a world that I could see through her eyes, but one in which I felt like a giant. Soon, a swarm of first graders came running out of the nearby school, shouting and laughing as though they had been set free after a long imprisonment. Abby joined the kids without hesitation. They did not seem to mind the small intruder as they made way for her and showed her how to use some of the equipment.

I let her play until she wore herself out. When we finally sat down on a bench, she said it was "refreshing" to rest because she was "all tuckered out." While sitting there, we looked at the pictures in the elephant book and made up our own stories to go with them.

Because I hadn't seen her for awhile, I was a little worried that Abby would be shy of me and afraid to leave the care of her grandmother, but she showed no shyness at all. However, on our way to my house in the woods she said that my husband, her Uncle Art, should use his high voice with her and then she wouldn't be afraid of him. When she first saw Art, she clung to my leg and hid behind it, but her shyness didn't last long. Soon the three of us were playing ball and chasing butterflies. Little things, such .....
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Notes From a Country Kitchen

Fri, Nov 1st, 2002
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One of these Days

One of these days, I'll be free  to do everything that pleases ME!  I'll eat popcorn with a spoon  Or, lie down to rest at half-past no ..... 
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Township Roads- The annual 4-H hayride

Fri, Nov 1st, 2002
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Soon after we got our new fifty-two-year-old tractor, I threatened our sons with a hayride. I suggested that they could invite all their friends over and we would hitch the Farmall to our sheep trailer and go for a hayride over the pasture and throug ..... 
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Journal Writiing Project-Andy Wolter

Fri, Nov 1st, 2002
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I was sitting in the computer lab, idly tapping the keys, trying to generate ideas for an article I had to write. I had procrastinated for days thinking up a decent topic to write about. Now I had two days left to write, revise and edit a piece on so ..... 
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Notes From a Country Kitchen

Fri, Oct 25th, 2002
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Last month at Circle we had roll call and the question was "What job do you hate the most?" I believe almost everyone, including our Pastor, said it was washing windows. I remember years ago it was hard to get the men folks to help get the st ..... 
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Prairie Notes-On the Road

Fri, Oct 25th, 2002
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Turn down any country road in Fillmore county. Choose one that you have driven often in the past, though it may have been awhile since you passed that way. If you happen to choose that road early in the morning, say 6:30 or 7:00, or later in the afte ..... 
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Journal Writing Project-Jamie Howe

Fri, Oct 25th, 2002
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When you open those glorious high school doors for the first time as a freshman, you feel it. You feel the power, the responsibility, the status, the freedom, and you feel the real life as a teenager. Or should I say, the artificial life you lead for ..... 
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Notes from a Country Kitchen

Mon, Oct 21st, 2002
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Fall is my time of the year, pretty leaves, nuts on the ground, smell of burning leaves and weather . . . sometimes raining, sometimes beautiful , and sometimes really windy. We see all the big combines harvesting the corn and beans, neighbors gettin ..... 
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Journal Writing Project-Kyle Anderson

Mon, Oct 21st, 2002
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Deadlines are like rainy days. They show up everyone once in a while and nobody likes them. Deadlines make people sweat, make them nervous, and make them shake in their boots, but they also give people order. Deadlines are those unpleasant reminders ..... 
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