Category: Posted
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Johan
Read More: Johanlast night who pops up in my head? johan slender little johan i wish we had grown up together
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Prison of Depression
Read More: Prison of DepressionI cannot pray, my Lord, I cannot pray… I locked the door to you and cannot find the key to open it.
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November
Read More: NovemberThe road between Orangeville and Listowel stretched ahead of me, endlessly. A fine drizzle obscured
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My Father
Read More: My FatherTimes were different then. Workers at farms and factories did not earn much and there were few social services. In the depression era, farmers could barely keep their heads above water.
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Fund Raising
Read More: Fund Raisingwe always gave . . . ach, ja . . .to so many good Christian causes. On New Year’s Day he’d get the shoebox and dump it all on the table . . . all the good Christian causes.




