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Eight

Eight is a little number, in all reality.

You can count it and not even use all of the fingers you have.

It is one more than seven and one less than nine. 195 more words

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The Terrible Most Horrible Anniversary

Eight years ago Ma was in the hospital.  I hugged her neck and told her I loved her.  Had I known that that would be the last time I would ever be able to talk to her,  I would have stayed longer and hugged harder.  57 more words

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Finding Jesus, A Christmas Adventure

That is the card I sent with a box full of “more than one Jesus” to my amazing friend Pam.  It pretty much sums up this adventure.  1,602 more words

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Valentines in October

Continuing with my never-ending touches of “Valentine” (see previous post: here), I found a batch of Valentine cards my Ma received in (maybe) grade school.  393 more words

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Morning #Journal Paragraph

I miss my Pawpaw.  All of this research on my family’s ancestry and reading about where his parents came from has brought him to the forefront of my brain.  215 more words

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#Valentine #Ancestry

While researching my ancestry I have found a common theme: Valentine

My husband and I were married on 02/14 (Valentine’s Day) and I call him my Forever Valentine… 112 more words

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Alexander Taraczkozy, Shoemaker

My Great Grandfather, William Taraczkozy, was a shoemaker by trade.  He learned the trade in Budapest, Hungary, where he was raised, from his father.  He taught his sons (including my Pawpaw Alex) the trade and kept the family tradition going.  975 more words

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