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..Miss Brown, who seems to like me pretty well, told me this morning that she has nominated me for a special award during graduation for my journalism skills..I am so overjoyed with happiness, but there is a very dark cloud hanging over my head and I feel the sting of tears, because I know that this is the last school paper that I will be a part of and that I would not be graduating here in two months.....

I know that tomorrow will be the last time I enter this room,...

The year is 1960 and I am a 17 year old senior..Today is Wednesday and it is the busiest day of the week for the journalism students..Our class is on the second floor of the school..We have the southern corner so have windows on two sides of the room..It is late March and the trees outside the windows are showing new life in tender new leaves gently swaying in the early spring breeze. The sunlight streams through the leaves and warms and nourishes the green plants and tulips that Miss Brown faithfully...

One of my happiest moments on cd was when they added the blog option.."Well now," I say to myself, "here's my chance to put it all out there, all my great many memories, all my wisdom, all my thoughts on saving the world, all my writing talent on the www.com for dozens perhaps hundreds to read "..HAH, in those first few days my mind was full of what I would write as I hurried off a couple blogs with very little effort..Subjects and past events were running through my mind so...

Such terrible images of the devastation left in Iowa after the waters receded..Thousands of homes and belongings destroyed..Thousands and thousands of acres of corn and soy lost..I heard that many of the farmers were under contracts and will also owe for the failed crops..Now I hear that the flooding on down the Missippi will be worse than they expected..
I will continue to keep you folks in my prayers, and do what I can in donations which are being gathered here..

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Hogans Creek was a wide, but not so wide a creek that a fairly good swimmer couldn't easily cross it..It flowed clean and gentle and was shaded by age old trees with wild grapevines climbing the trunks and wandering out the limbs big around as my daddys arms, and finally hanging just above the surface of the water. The grapevine made a wonderful swing for three sisters and a brother to see who could swing the highest and the farthest before dropping into the deepest part of the creek.
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