It’s Easter season, and I do love Easter candy! When I think of Easter, it always comes back to my sisters and me spending Easter at my grandparent’s house on Cross Street with my cousins and the EB! Easter egg hunts, the ham dinner, and going to church are solidly there in my mind with pictures to boot! But, in a close second for memories is my mother,…
Walking down to Nan’s house when I was 5, it was my first taste of freedom…and coffee. My mother stood at our house and watched me walk down Iron Works Road to my grandparent’s house. My grandmother on the other end, watching me come to her. My sisters, too little to go, were still napping. I felt so big. When I arrived, Nan and I would go into…
Oh, how I loved the opening day of fishing. It meant spring and an early morning wake-up on the last Saturday of April every year. My sisters, father and I would meet W and his sons in the dark up in Boscawen at their farm. Poles in hand, our fathers would drive us up to Franklin, to wet a line just as the sun was coming up over…
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