2 Easter Vignettes: Sacred and Sentimental

* Poem for Easter - British poet George Herbert loved to explore the soul's inner architecture. He often wrote poems with shapes representing a theme, the resurrection in this case. The poetic lines, "increasing and decreasing to imitate flight," also mimic the...

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Amish Buggies: They Come in Colors

When I bring 5-pound bags of Wenger’s famous ham-loaf frozen from Pennsylvania to Florida, the plastic-coated tubs of meat are wrapped in newspaper and then shrink-wrapped in plastic. The wrapping on one of the packages revealed answers to the intriguing question: Who...

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Just for Fun: Signs Around Town

Signs . . . they're everywhere . . . billboards in the city, stickers on cars, comments on Facebook. I found some wise ones in a novelty shop, on a car, on a piece of paper, on a writer's sweat shirt. Some you've seen before. Others, I hope, are new. Silly video at...

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Purple Passages with a Fish & a Kiss

Purple Passages with a Fish & a Kiss, March 2014 Edition Winter Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.     Willa Cather, My Antonia If winter comes, can spring be far behind?     Percy Bysshe Shelley “Ode to...

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Behind the Scenes @ “Plain and Fancy Girl”

Writing a blog post is magical--right? Words appear in the right order and photos sift down from above and settle into a nifty niche between paragraphs. Well, sort of . . . When I created the post Mennonites, Ventrlloquists, and Memoir, 3 things happened in...

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It’s Not Easy Being Green

    This post first appeared March 15, 2013 now published again to celebrate the wearing of the green! It's a long way from Lancaster county, PA to Jacksonville, FL, but years ago our family moved into a neighborhood called Killarney Shores with street names like...

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10 Ways My Grandma & I are Alike (or Unlike)

10 ways I’m like (or unlike) my Grandma Longenecker   1. She started fancy and turned plain. I reversed the cycle, plain to fancy. 2. She always wore black laced-up shoes with heels to do housework. For me, it’s tennis shoes in winter and sandals in the summer. No...

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Story of Hope: A Killer’s Wife Speaks

When I bring 5-pound bags of Wenger's famous ham-loaf frozen from Pennsylvania to Florida, the plastic-coated tubs of meat are wrapped in newspaper and then shrink-wrapped in plastic. The wrapping on one of the packages (we need two to feed the clan now!) revealed the...

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Blurry Images: The Mothering Instinct

Looking at indistinct footage from 16 millimeter home movies of the 1950s has invited me to examine from a distance the much younger, and in many ways different, version of myself. Not surprisingly, I appear in the "mothering" mode in many of the shots. I have always...

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What is Your Most Beloved Book?

There are several childhood books in my library that are in the I'll-never-part-with category, except maybe to pass on to grand-children. One of them is Come to Storyland with pages missing and others as brittle as autumn leaves. Here is blogger friend and author...

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Mennonites, Ventriloquists, and Memoir

The wild, permissive Rentzels with a red porch light live next door to our family, the Mennonite Longeneckers, one of several plain families that live on Anchor Road. In their parlor, the Rentzel's old Emerson black & white TV has introduced me to the wonders of...

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Dear Heart: My Driver’s License Speaks

Tucked under the signature of my Florida driver’s license are two words in blood-red that indicate that I am an organ donor.  This means that if I were in a fatal crash, my kidneys, liver, lungs, corneas—even my heart could be harvested for transplantation. Harvested...

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The Red Hat Society: A Different Chapter

Red hats, purple dresses, feather boas -- all signatures of the Red Hat Society. There is even a Queen Mother, Sue Ellen Cooper of Orange County, California, who founded the Society in 1998 after she hosted a fancy tea party for ladies decked out in purple and red....

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Moments of Extreme Emotion: Flunking

Yes, I have flunked my driver’s test—again. Is it the bullet-nosed, grey Studebaker I am learning to drive on, or is it just me? Anyway, the patrolman’s decision is final. I cannot drive alone. At least not yet. I have practiced driving with eight people stuffed into...

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