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Dorothy Levihn’s needlepoint sampler includes her initials “DL” and the year ’75.

Forty years! That's how long it's been since I graduated in the fourth graduation class of Wayne High School. A recent notice in The Waynedale News alerted me to the class's upcoming reunion. I have never attended any of them, but after forty years it seems to be a good time to get caught up with former classmates.

Our graduation ceremony hit a snag when the weather took a turn for the worst: Instead of parading through the football uprights, the ceremony was held in the gym with limited...

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Sally had been married for seven years, and all she wanted was to be a mother. Only a few months after she was married, she had prepared a nursery for the baby she dreamed of having.

But the years passed, and no baby came. She spent lots of money on doctors and specialists, but the final verdict was that she would never be able to have a baby. She had spent the last seven years praying for a child, and now that she felt God had abandoned her, she, in her bitterness, abandoned him.

She watched...

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There are some people who, quite frankly, are impossible to love. You can't dig deep enough, can't try hard enough, can't believe enough, and can't go far enough to make it happen. And I'm not talking about the likes of Adolf Hitler and Charles Manson, either. If only a few such sinister creatures existed, then the world could sing together one great chorus of "Kum Ba Ya," and move on to the Promised Land.

No, the unlovable are everywhere, and they are fairly normal people, not sinister...

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male northern cardinal Photo by George “Dewey” Powell

Robins have returned after spending the winter farther south. I hear one or two singing from the trees in our yard when I step outside every morning, if it isn't raining. I see one often on the lawn. Red-winged blackbirds are back and several call from the cattails of the marsh while others raid our bird feeders. Cardinals whistle from the trees and fly in and out of the feeders. Song sparrows sing.

Though the sky is often gray and the wind blows strong and cold, though there have been snow...

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Steve, the tall cowboy of us philosophy types, was riding a young horse through town the other day to get him used to "boogers."

To gentle a horse, he explained, you give them something to booger at, and then talk them out of it. You keep coming up with new boogers and calming the horse until screaming fire engines and jet exhaust are no problem at all.

He rode up to the Campbell house and saw Anita, Dud's wife, shaking out a throw rug. The young horse began blowing nuclear snot all over the...

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Warm weather is still hesitating on the threshold of spring, as if debating whether to enter or let winter weather linger a little longer. There is a rumor circulating through the hills that spring is truly coming back. It was first whispered to the songbirds at daybreak, when the first pink rays of the sun revealed a fair day. They burst into a medley of praise, proclaiming the news that spring was indeed on her way.

The greening grass heard the news and sent a message down into its roots...

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