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I’m at my first Writers Conference today (DFW Writers Conference), trying to run head-long into a dream I’ve had since I was small.
I wrote my first poem when I was six or eight. I could barely write; my penmanship was terrible. Through the years, my grandmother would always ask, “How’s the writing?”
She taught me to love reading, love the mountains, and she made me believe that I am able.
She loved daffodils. I love daffodils. She had them planted all over her property.
It won’t be long now. Her home – the place I loved – will be sold to someone new. I’m glad I had a chance to visit once more. So many lovely places live in my memories because of her home in that little valley. I’ll miss it. I cherish the place.
It’s not quite the same without her in it these days, so I cherish the memories.
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{Bokerah} 
What lovely photos. I’m glad you could visit your grandmother’s house, which looks so charming.
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Thank you (:
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Thank you. (:
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Sounds like your grandmother was a pretty awesome lady. XD
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She was awesome. Thank you for stopping by. (:
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Thank you so much for sharing the story and photos with us during the blogfest. I’ve been back to visit my grandmothers home, long after it passed from our family and it still brings back memories. Great post!
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So much joy and nostalgia in these photos. Thanks for making not one, but two posts for the Cherished Blogfest.
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I wasn’t sure if I needed to do a new post for each day – so sorry for the over posting.
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Such lovely pictures, and lovely memories. Your grandma sounds amazing. Thanks for sharing.
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Wonderful, pictures and truly a special place. I drove by my grandmother and grandfather’s house about a month ago and even after almost thirty-two years, I cry seeing it.
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