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Shadow of the past: I have taken a break from the writing to “visit the folks” out at the old mining claim in Boulder Gulch and do my “walkabout.” I like to visit the old pines and granite boulders and commune with my great-grandmother, grandmother, granddad, and my brother Ronnie. I like to think these departed loved ones hear and see me. I ache for their love and counsel when I don’t know what to do or what I should be doing. Whether it’s true or not, I find comfort in the thought that they are with me in a way that transcends our limited physical “reality.”
I walk up the hill behind where the “main” cabin used to be. Ronnie and I, on one of his infrequent visits with our mother, sled down this slope on barrel-staves one winter when we had a nice snowfall. The old cabin had served as a cook shack until grandad, with some “help” from me, had added on to it. In the summer, we would move the old, wood cook stove...
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