This is Aunt Mary.
This is Uncle Ira.
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The birds have come! They sing, they sing!
On greening boughs that sway and swing,
And over meadows winging,
Where late the winter's snow has lain,
Clear washed by April's warming rain;
And verdure fresh is springing!
Catherine J. Miller (Aunt Kate)
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2006
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August
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- Branches Down
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- A Visit With Ira And Mary
- Church Retreat Yesterday, Cont.
- Church Retreat At Beitzel Barn
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- Ken In The Crawl Space Under The Door
- The Orange Front Door
- The orange fron...
- Oh, no, Ken has run into trouble that he had not ...
- After the door and the windows were removed, Ken ...
- Look What Happened At Our House
- Gathering Seeds
- A Day Out For The 9 Of Us
- John & The Inspirations
- John & The Inspirations
- Joe Pye Weed And Goldenrod
- Emma And Rachel In Our Back Yard
- Freezing And Canning Applesauce
- Boating On Deep Creek Lake
- Phebe, Emma and Rachel Were Over
- Sermon On Peace
- Yesterday's Foggy Day
- Goldfinch At Bird Bath
- Close up Of Ivy
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About Me
- Miriam
- I am a wife of 1, a mother of 7, a grandmother of 13 living grandchildren, and 1 grandchild-in-law.
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