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The Holiday season |
| It's the nostalgia time of year, when holidays and memories conspire to transport me to another time and place. When the aroma on the autumn wind takes me back to Oklahoma and Halloween-- to Grandma's oatmeal raisin or peanut butter cookies-- to my brother shouting "What's up, Doc?" instead of Trick-or-Treat. It's the nostalgia season, when the holidays arrive one right after another-- Halloween-Thanksgiving-Christmas-New Year's Day-- and their memories merge into a collage of scents and sounds that draw me back to Blackwell and my Grandparents' house. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |