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S is for starry nights…

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s4pThere was a little girl who

loved looking out her bedroom window on starry nights.
The sky was beautiful with all the twinkling stars up there.

She asked her mommy what the stars were.

Mommy said they were the lights in God’s house
shining through heaven’s curtains.


The little girl understood about God having lights in His house
but she didn’t understand why God would have curtains with holes in them.
It seemed to her He could get new curtains or have the angels fix the ones He had.

She pondered this a while;
but it wasn’t until her grampa died
that she figured it out.

The holes in God’s curtains are so the people who go to heaven
can look out and watch the people that they love who are still here on the earth.

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R is for radio…

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r4pThere was a little girl who

loved to listen to the radio.

She would sit on the floor in front of the radio
and listen to stories.


Her favorites were:
The Lone Ranger, Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, and The Cisco Kid.

It was exciting to hear the Lone Ranger stories.
Tonto didn’t say much but he sounded so wise.
They always got the bad guys and saved the day.

Roy and Dale sang songs and had a friend, Gabby Hayes.
Gabby was her favorite on that show.
He was very funny and she learned funny words from him.

The Cisco Kid and his pal, Pancho, had lots of adventures.
They always laughed at the end of their stories.

 She liked The Whistler and The Shadow, too.
She didn’t understand a lot of what was happening in these stories.
But the Whistler was the very best whistler!
And the Shadow had the eeriest music and when the deep voice said,
“The Shadow Knows”
she knew there were no secrets that could be kept from the Shadow.

She also listened to music.
Music could make her feel so many things,
it was magical and mystical.

She missed the big old radio when TV took its place.
It just wasn’t the same.

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Q is for quiet…

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q4pThere was a little girl who

was very quiet.

Everyone would comment about how shy and quiet she was.
Really she was more an introvert than shy.
And though she was quiet, it was more that she was observant.

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She watched everything and everyone around her.
She learned that being quiet was a good thing,
though, most people seemed not to think so.

She learned that people seemed to think quiet meant;
docile, manageable, submissive.
But she knew it meant;
insightful, perceptive, ingenious.

What people didn’t know about her was that
she was rebellious.

The little girl was not a wild and crazy kind of rebellious.
Her rebellion was determined and shrewd,
but still reckless and bold.
When she would get a bit older her rebellion would become
more obvious and startling to those around her.

But she was always true to herself.
She was a quiet rebel.

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P is for potted roses…

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p4pThere was a little girl who

could read lots of words before she went to school.
But she couldn’t always make sense of the words if they were in a row.

One day she was in the car with her big brudder and her mommy.
When they were stopped at a light she saw a billboard that said

Potted Roses for Sale


She knew what potted meant and what roses were and what for sale was saying.
She really didn’t understand why someone would sell potted roses.

Her daddy was sometimes potted and nobody liked it.
Mommy would say, “Your father is potted again.”
This was not a good thing.

So here was somebody advertising potted roses for sale.
Who did they think would want potted roses?

The little girl had lots of questions;
What did roses drink to end up potted?
Did they act differently potted than when they weren’t potted?
Did they get silly and dopey or loud and obnoxious?
Were they happy and laughing or sad and crying?
Did they stand up straight and pretend they were fine
or did they get wobbly and stumble around on their roots?

Did they get hang-overs and what were they like if they did?
Did they refuse to get up and if they did get up
were they droopy and mopey or loud and angry?

She asked her big brudder and mommy about the potted roses.
All they did was laugh until they cried.

The little girl was very confused.
Nobody laughed she when asked questions
about her potted daddy.

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O is for old oil heater

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o4pThere was a little girl who

had a favorite place in the winter.

It would be all cold and windy and snowy
and their house did not have central heat.

It would get very cold in the house except
near the oil space heater.


It was the best place to be.

After playing outside she would take off  her boots and snow suit
and go into the living room and sit by the heater.
She would get all comfy cozy and drink hot chocolate and read.

It would be really cold in the bathroom, it was pretty far from the heater;
after a bath the little girl would run into the living room to put her jammies on.
And in the morning she would get dressed there, too.

When they got a furnace and had heat in all the rooms
it was very nice not to be cold but she missed the heater.
Especially when the power went out.
The furnace needed power the heater just needed oil.

The heater was like a best friend;
reliable, there when you needed it, humming and warm,
ready to show the love.
it would heat the soup and hot chocolate.

It really was the best place to be.

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N is for night owl…

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n4pThere was a little girl who

was a night owl.

She didn’t care about soaring
with the eagles in the morning,
afternoon soaring was fine with her.
But she definitely wanted to hoot
with the owls at night.


This was something of a problem.
Bedtime was eight pm. Period.

So off to bed she would go.
She would play with her teddy, My Guy,
tell stories and sing to him.

Mostly she would think.

She would think about the day she just lived,
about the day tomorrow, and the days after that.
And about when she was grown-up
she would go to bed when she was good and ready.

She would think about people in her life
and people she’d heard or read about that she didn’t know.

She would think about animals and birds,
the sky, weather, water, earth,
how glad she was they had indoor plumbing.

The little girl, also, thought about God.
Who He was and what He did and where He lived.
She wondered how He could hear everybody’s prayers
at the same time and not get them all mixed up.
She thought sometimes He did get mixed up
because some things were just crazy.

She wondered if He knew it was after eleven,
the news was over, the TV turned off,
and everybody was in their beds, asleep.
Everybody was asleep, except her.

Sometimes she would ask Him to please
make morning a little later in the day.

That never happened but she guessed He had to start the day early
being God and with all He had to do.

It was not easy being a little girl who was a night owl
and still had to be an eagle in the morning.

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L is for library…

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There was a little girl who

loved the library.

She loved it because she loved reading
and the library had more books than she could count.


Before she knew how to read she would look at her picture books
and dream of the day she would read the words with the pictures.
She would look at her daddy’s books and wondered
how long it would be until she would have books with only words.

She could read a little bit before she went to school.
And once she learned to read for real
her daddy would take her to the library.

They went every two weeks.
Daddy would get a book or two and she would get a bunch.
Sometimes when they went back to the library
she would renew a book so she could read it again.
Some books were just too good to read only once.

The library was a wonderful place.
A place of books.
The little girl loved books.

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