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The Tolley's celebrate everything with pie. Births. Blessings. Baptisms. Marriages. Any excuse is a good excuse for pie. And what cou...

Chris. Birthday girl From my earliest memories, Chris was there.  The ideal big sister. Patient, kind, and endlessly watching over us...

Little Mark. And a friend. Big Mark Dr. Mark Reed Stringam. My Dad. Husband. Father. Grandfather. Great-grandfather. Advise...

My parents were a social sort. And often entertained. With friends and food and games galore And fun for hours, sustained. And i...

Marlene Bateman Sullivan I love stories from people who have 'died' and come back to tell about their experiences. Okay, I'...

Who needs seatbelts? For many, many years, I have taught in the Children’s organization within our church. I love it. It’s where t...

I'm ill. Really ill. My head is stuffed so full I think it's in danger of exploding. Not a good feeling. Tell me why, when one...

Cookie Monsters Cookies.  The ultimate in snack foods.  That perfect balance of sugars, grains, fats, and deliciousness. And the mos...

Admit it . . . this looks like fun! Okay, we weren't supposed to do it. In fact we had been strictly forbidden. But we...

My Dad is staying with us for a while. It is a great comfort to have him here. I’m not quite as worried about him when I can see him. ...

My brother, George. And see? That person behind him? That's me. Ol' Eagle Eyes. Okay, I admit it, I’m not very good at it. F...

Gramma and Grampa Berg It was a magical time.  Gramma Berg was staying over.  For days and days.  And she could always be...

Based on a joke my Dad likes to tell . . . He went out as the morning sun, Made new snow glisten bright. The world was still, the ...

Fresh, Tasty, and good for the hands . . .? We had manners in our family. Bad manners are still manners, aren't they? Let m...