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Congratulations Mackenzie!

We are so proud of you.

Our youngest grand is graduating from college!

She is a beauty and as smart, sweet and kind as she is beautiful.

Mack Graduates JMU




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There Was a Little Girl

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 

There was a little girl

Who had a little curl

Right in the middle of her forhead.

When she was good,

She was very very good indeed,

And when she was bad, she was horrid.

I have three gorgeous grandgirls –beautiful in different ways.

One is tall and trim with a flowing gypsy beauty that leaves onlookers stunned.

She is very very good indeed and a pleasure to see.

One is a willowy blonde nymph who has a smile of love so wide you can’t help smiling back,

And a silken, molten beauty that leaves you feeling all warm inside.

She is very very good indeed and a pleasure to see.

And one is a sophisticated beauty reminiscent of classic stars of the silver screen, but wait,

See the twinkle in her eye and the urge to make fun out of fame?

This girl is the one all right.

And who could possibly resist?

She is also very very good indeed and her gift to us is laughter,

But when she is bad, she is horrid.

When She is Bad, She is Horrid

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It was a special time when my grandgirls came to visit this last weekend.

They are practically young women now and each more charming and beautiful than the next.

Mackenzie owns a driver’s permit but doesn’t have much chance to drive, so I gave her the keys to my car and said, “Let’s go!”  How proud and serious she was behind the wheel; how eager to leave childhood and prove what she can do and be.

And off we went down my gravel road.  “Take a sharp right here Macky and let’s go to the old barn so I can see what you can do,” I said.   And then, “Pull in here Mack – at the big barn, and let’s just rest a moment and take a look around. “ And as we climbed out of the car, a lovely palomino horse quickly stuck her head out.  “Visit me please, visit me,” she was clearly saying with the sweetest look of hope in her eyes.

Please Visit Me!

“What a beauty she (the horse) is,” I thought, and “What a beauty she (the girl) is too”.

My Mackenzie and the sweet horse connected and I got a little choked up feeling like I might begin to cry.

“Visit me!  Visit me!” the horse had seemed to say, and Macky’s response was automatic.  She was a little girl once again, with time to be that child.  And I managed to get a picture or two of the fleeting love between a lonely horse and a visiting girl that touched my heart.

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