Ever notice how certain times of night (or day), smells, or sounds can remind you of places you've been, people you know, etc.? For instance, the coolness of this September night, the sound of the crickets and the very sparse traffic on the road, and the general quiet remind me of late summer evenings at my late grandparents’ house in Fayetteville, WV…and my mom’s house in Ivor, VA. Times like these are good for reading, writing, sleeping, musing...just feeling contented right now.
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My maternal grandparents, Verla (L) and Asley Pennington Eary (R)
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| My wonderful mother and stepdad, Alcyone and Donald Babb |
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