cronechronicler

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Thanksgiving Book Ends

When Bobby was my only grandchild, he traveled to Mexico with his parents and me for Thanksgiving. Tomorrow morning very early my son Bob, daughter-in-law Linda, grandson Bobby and his brother James fly to Mexico. Bobby is a sophomore in college and his parents expect family vacations may be coming to an end. (They haven’t considered that I’m still enjoying them in whatever form they take.) My son recognized that Bobby will also be the grandchild who rounds out our years together in Mexico. James is probably the second grandchild to begin and now to end the fun. But after Bobby, five other grandchildren arrived pretty close together and we sort of lost track of things.

So, my friends, I’ll be back with new stories to tell – more memories in the making. Happy Thanksgiving!

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Haiku: Brief Run

Summer lingered still
Not yet ready to depart
Autumn knocked on door

Robed in finery
Fiery red, soft apricot
Jack Frost-designed leaves

Wind sent them a-twirl
Beauty carpets patio
Winter’s on the way

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