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How To Choose A Moving Company
Choosing A Moving Contractor Hiring a dependable and reputable moving company will help alleviate much of the stress of a long-distance move. It takes the work and worries out of the move to have professional packers and movers help you pack, load, move, unload, and unpack your belongings.
By Marlene Affeld4 years ago in Families
GOING FISHIN
WHAT IS A FATHER? I am one of a troupe of this world's populations that can truly say "that is an abstract term" for cause being I have never truly had one. Oh, sure there have been stand-ins. There have been those "big brothers" claimed by me or by themselves to be an "older male figure" to replace an older brother... also an image missing in my life. I have to say, in my own defense, that many people are at loss for that older protective brother or father/dad figure because of the hazardous role it presents to that individual's life. They can be killed or imprisoned for the wrongful act as family defenders. Family defenders are cut down as being "defiant" "assaultive" "vicious" "crazed "malicious" and "militant" if seen or heard to be in the act of defending those he loves and purportedly selflessly rescues from harm's way. Those vouching for my accord have usually been reduced to usurers of snipe-worthy conversation including defense by my father-in-law... grandfather of my first and only children.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Families
Growing Pains
The sun sits low in the sky during early autumn in Scotland - it seems to travel horizontally rather than in an arch, and the light it casts is like rich, golden honey. It drips over the world slowly and makes everything thick and hazy. When I think of my dad I think of this period; the gateway between the last, dying ebbs of the summer and the first gasps of autumn. I think of the dusty, cracked roads somewhere between the outskirts of the town and the forgotten byways past the last street lights. I think of campfires, tents, scraped knees, a hot, musty car, the smell of cigarette smoke and sharp aftershave and...
By S. A. Crawford4 years ago in Families
The Ship of Dreams
It was morning. The sun was out and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I was probably around six or seven then, maybe younger since my memory doesn’t serve me very well. Speaking of memories, some of my favorite ones involve the simple things my grandfather would do with my sister and me.
By Lauren J. Bennett4 years ago in Families
Poke Him With A Broom
Back in the mid 90s I lived with my parents in the high desert of California. The house my parents had bought was an old homestead on five acres. It was small and in serious need of repairs. To be honest, it would have been less work to build a house from scratch. My dad was doing most of the work himself with a little help from my uncles.
By Kristen Renee4 years ago in Families
