Thursday, March 1, 2007
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My kids used to always ask for a bedtime story from me. The tradition became the “When I was a boy living at Nenna’s house” story (Nenna being the nickname for my mother Edna). To the casual observer, there would be little indication as to how special of a neighborhood I grew up in. But close by we had Clarkes store, the drug store, the Ocean Spray parking lot and building, Urann’s Pond & woods, the Halls farm, the railroad tracks, “The Swamp”. All have their own stories
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Haha, that is an all-mighty chicken! I can't quite make out who is riding the big buckin' chicken. Surely some grownup hands helped to create him?
Dad created the Monsterous "White Meat".
Best guess is Wes is the tallest one, and due to age/size difference maybe me & Marly?
I absolutely remember playing on it (and other unconventional snow creatures).
Dad was always proud of his artistic creations and dared to be different.
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