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IT’S ALL IN THE NAME..

AMERICAN LITERATURE ASSIGNMENT….1952 Mary Anne Whitchurch….10th Grade High School… West Branch, Michigan I am intrigued by the names of race horses. My observation has been the most beautiful names are given to the plainer horses and the most beautiful horses get the stupid names. For instance, you will notice such beautiful names as Show Boy, […]

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AS WAS HIS CUSTOM…AND YOURS?

HE WENT TO THE SYNAGOGUE, AS WAS HIS CUSTOM…. When I was a young girl, I was asked to baby sit with my infant nephew one evening while my sister and her husband went out for awhile. The baby had a cold and my sister’s instructions were to give him a spoon full of cough […]

TRIED AND TESTED…MAYBE

Back to the days of growing family and summers at home. When I wrote this article for the Houghton Lake Resorter weekly newspaper in my home town, it was the early sixites and the kids were 13, 11, and 7. Dad was working at his Ace Hardware 7 days a week and I was a […]

I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER – HALLMARK KNOWS HOW TO SAY IT FOR YOU….

As often happens in life, my future was unknown.  I couldn’t have imagined at the age of 50, I would become the owner and operator of Mary Anne’s Hallmark Shoppe.

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO RANDOLPH SCOTT?

1964 – It should be of increasing concern to America at large that we are becoming hopelessly addicted to the output of the beckoning television networks. I, for one, have resisted the temptation mightily.

ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE..You’re Not In The Driver’s Seat…

“What this adds up to, then, is this.  No more lies, no more pretense.  Tell your neighbor the truth.  In Christ’s body we are all connected to each other, after all.  When you lie to others, you end up lying to yourself.”

THE RESCUE

My husband and I were standing at our living room window, watching a man walking down the distant road. The man lived nearby in a broken down house.  Every day he walked two miles to a neighborhood bar where he spent his time.

DON’T COME BACK, SHE SAID..BUT I DID..ONE YEAR LATER

“I don’t remember what it was I  said one day. I must confess, from a very young age I was prone to say things without thinking. Whatever it was, it offended (her).  I was banished from the farm for a year when I was twelve.”

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