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What I Would Miss About Italy
Sometimes, fleeting thoughts flash through my mind causing me to think and ask, “Where did that come from?” Other times they cause me to say emphatically, “I can’t bear to think of it!” Many just meander through for no apparent reason; this is one of those… What would I miss the most about Italy? If…
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Roman Summers & Ottobrate Romane
Autumn in Italy is a wonderful season! Mostly warm and balmy – almost warm enough for sunbathing through the first part of November. It’s known as Italy’s Roman Summer, similar to the Indian Summer we used to enjoy back in the USA. But since the early 1900s, Roman summer has been the season for special harvest…
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Through the Eyes of a Child
One day, while watching an old Andy Griffith episode my 6-year-old grandson piped up with a question. “Why don’t they want that man to sing, Nonna? He sings real good!” That man was Rafe Hollister who, with his golden singing voice, had entered, and won, the singing contest held by the local Ladies’ Society. But…
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My Hard Times Cookbooks
Before we left for the mission field, we had to downsize our belongings. But I decided to bring along three essential books. A medical book and what I call my hard times cookbooks. These cookbooks, especially during our first few years here, were lifesavers for me! Reading recipes in Italian was beyond me until I…
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Our Materialistic Obsessions
Our materialistic obsessions. How did we get them? Picture perfect homes, beautifully furnished, and nothing ever out place. I can’t help but wonder: How did we get here? I recently read a post about wall lights that are installed after construction, with their cords dangling down the wall. The point was to hide those cords. Because…
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I Have to Do it Again? A Lesson in Diligence
When little Lucas first started school, he didn’t seem to think it was a big deal. He did not understand why his parents and others treated it as though it were. That is, until his parents woke him up the next morning too. “You mean I have to do this again?” he asked, confused. He…