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“Clifford held the baby late into the night, talking softly to him, around him, into him. It was a
strange feeling, to watch the face of a child and watch history and future blend. To see the bits
and pieces of ancestors and offspring gathered
into one place. To see yourself as you once
were and wonder at the stories the child would
hear and live and tell…”
From the story Single Tree.
strange feeling, to watch the face of a child and watch history and future blend. To see the bits
and pieces of ancestors and offspring gathered
into one place. To see yourself as you once
were and wonder at the stories the child would
hear and live and tell…”
From the story Single Tree.
“Robert Close sat in a wheelchair in front of a window, staring not through or past but into the
glass. It occurred to him that each pane was entirely different from the rest. Each with its own
barely visible flaws, even though they were all drawn up from
the same molten pool, through the same slotted block, annealed
and cut and sorted and glazed into the same wood frame…”
From the story Broken.
glass. It occurred to him that each pane was entirely different from the rest. Each with its own
barely visible flaws, even though they were all drawn up from
the same molten pool, through the same slotted block, annealed
and cut and sorted and glazed into the same wood frame…”
From the story Broken.
“I had saved the wood from that old water tank for forty years. It came from up behind the Pine
Bowl, the open dance hall next to the upper bar and coffee shop at Hobergs Resort. As I planed
layer after layer from the thick planks,
building up a great pile of curly wood
shavings at my feet, I began to remember
the music and laughter shooting into a
beautiful star studded sky…”
From Hobergs Revisited.
Bowl, the open dance hall next to the upper bar and coffee shop at Hobergs Resort. As I planed
layer after layer from the thick planks,
building up a great pile of curly wood
shavings at my feet, I began to remember
the music and laughter shooting into a
beautiful star studded sky…”
From Hobergs Revisited.
“At mid-day they would sit on the ground by a small fire and take a meal of lamb stew and the
grandfather would pass down his stories to his daughter. Billy heard the words and nodded his
head like his mother although he was not sure what all of them
meant. His grandfather told of how his name came to be
Gathers Wood and that his wife had named Billy’s mother
Flowers in my Arms when she was born. He talked about
Billy’s father and what a good man he was even though he
was a white guy…”
From the story Billy Runs with Horses
grandfather would pass down his stories to his daughter. Billy heard the words and nodded his
head like his mother although he was not sure what all of them
meant. His grandfather told of how his name came to be
Gathers Wood and that his wife had named Billy’s mother
Flowers in my Arms when she was born. He talked about
Billy’s father and what a good man he was even though he
was a white guy…”
From the story Billy Runs with Horses
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