In Flanders Fields

In Flanders Fields John McCrae, 1915. In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were…

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Memorial Day Yummies

Happy Memorial Day! I know lots of people like cooking out today, and our family will be doing so with our parish priest this evening. Aside from ribs (BBQ and rub), we’ll be having burgers and hot dogs, with an option for chili, plus a side dish of Mac Daddy Salad in addition to the…

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