I felt a kinship right from the start. The words she penned, aimed straight for my heart. She wrote of her family, her sweetheart and friend; Her sister and mother, their lives to the end. She remembered how children played in those times. We considered big money, to be nickels and dimes. We saved soda bottles to cash in for a treat. A ride in the car, was really so neat. Our children are grown now, and we're getting old. We sit and look back on, how our lives did unfold. When we meet others, who have lived in 'our' past, we treasure the sharing, it's a joy that will last. ©Geraldine Petrone June 3, 2009 Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Mail Please share this page.

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