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| In this world, with trouble every where, I feel like I want to share my happy memory with you all . There must be many of you who have memories like this and they are so precious. I would not mind hearing of your most precious memory,can you share some of them with me. I will tell you of mine, when I got maried , my dream was of course like every young bride. One: to live happely ever after. Well I did find out that it was a strugle to be happy, when you had so many bills to pay,and at the time the wages where not what they are today. We managed to stay on a fairly even keel. Two: our dream of owning our own home, it had to be a little house with a picket fence and of course the picket fence had to have roses lots of red roses. The house and the picket fence, that dream came true. There where no roses on the fence, so we ended up searching for a rose bush ,one we could lead allong the fence . We found the rose bush we where searcing for and happely planted it . The rosebush did very well for us . Another dream come true. The house became to small but the property was large enough to built another larger home for our family. We did built our home but the trouble was our rose bush . We wanted to keep it and it had grown quit large. We had to undo it of the picket fence ,we tied it with a rope all the branches and dug a big hole to get as many roots as possible.We move it to the side of our barn . The roses did well for us and it seemed to appreciate the new location. This red rose became a symbol of our happiness . Every year my man would pick the very first rose blooming and bring it to me with a smile and a I love you, that made me very proud to be his wife. Today the rose is fourty eight years old and every year I have recieved its very first rose. I think this is a very romantic happening. Our mariage like the rose has had a few thorns . We manage to stay on top of it and I'm ever so happy that I was around to recieve the first rose out of the hands of the man I maried. I hope to be around for many years to accept the first rose out of the hands of this dear man. |
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| The first rose. by Thea. |
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