Saturday, October 9, 2010


Main Street Margo.

There's still no place like home.


  1. Evocative photo.The lines are bittersweet for me. As a child, father worked for Veterans Admin, we moved all over the country.Then when I grew up, I also have moved all over the country.
    "Home" to me is a book, pen, writing pad and hopefully someone I love. And that is quite all right, but it must be nice to have a physical place that is home.
    My memory of grandparents home is the nearest to that. That really was home. Lightning struck about ten years after grandmother died, and it burned to ground. A house over a hundred years old. Sad. Only the steps remained. Huge boulders Grandaddy had
    lugged with mule from back gullley. claire

  2. Wait -- is this your new name??? uh, not Margo (which is sweet, btw), but your new blog name? Also sweet, btw :)

  3. I don't know what it is. It just came out.


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