Dec. 23

Many years ago, Bob and I and our kids spent the holidays with Bob’s parents on long Island. Christmas eve Bob and I went into NY to see some play, the name escapes me. Grandma and Grandpa were baby sitting. We caught the late train back to his parents. it was a scene from a painting. Light snow was falling, the street lights twinkled and there were no cars on the road. It was dream like. Hollywood couldn’t have done it better. We decided walk down the middle of the street,shouting  out Merry Christmas Santa , hoping some kid would hear us as we walked home and look out of their window. As far  as I know, no one looked,  but I so vividly remember walking with Bob in that beautiful winter scene. it’s a nice memory.

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04.07 | 08:10

I read the last page first too. It’s a family curse.

22.05 | 08:38

so glad youre here mom!

29.08 | 13:45

Don't quite know how this got to me but it was on the top line of my computer (not in email) But I really enjoyed it. I truly admire you.

31.07 | 07:02

Leona, do you have a date or a booked flight that you come back ?

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