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because here I am on the last page on the day I have decided to close it forever.
I just want to put down a few things that I have learned.
not to take myself too seriously because he might preach about me at any time!
when she came to visit us in Grand Bay that bad things come to pass away.
what it means to be a woman and have to do things you'd rather not for the good of the Lord and your family.
I learned that you can love all sorts of people people who you find out after they died that they had liquor in their cupboards ladies who fight with their husbands girls who laugh at you if you fall into the Gulf of Mexico colored people churchladies old fat ladies who sew for a living
some of these people will love you back.
My resolutions for the rest of my life are:
and more time helping Mom.
than BJ to have for my boyfriends.
after we leave Winnsboro so as not to forget her.
Well, that's all I can think of this afternoon because it's hot here in the bedroom and noisy outside.
singing along to the victrola at the top of their lungs
hollering for help because his trike tipped over so I need to go outside and pick it up
then I have to go help Mom take down the picture of Jesus from over the couch wrap it in a towel and lay it gently in her suitcase
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THIS IS MY SONG: THE STORY OF A WOMAN 
Dad and Mom shortly before his death in 1981
 My brother Jimmy who died in l982, leaving behind 5 young children. He now has eight grandchildren.
This hymn was one of Mom's favorites - I can still hear her high, lilting voice singing so happily "Floods of joy o'er my soul, like the sea billows roll, since Jesus came into my heart!"
~The Winnsboro congregation merged with the Liddieville congregation, and the Winnsboro church building is now Section 8 housing
~Our Winnsboro parsonage was torn down, and there is now an empty lot where it once stood. There is nothing left of our life there except Abigail's chicken bones and what's left of my dolls, buried in the ground.
~Sister Taylor, my piano teacher, passed away recently, before she got to see my page about her.
~I have found my old girlfriend Alice Faye. This has been so wonderful for me, I have wondered where she was and what she was doing for almost 50 years! Luv ya, af!
* to my brother Wes, who donated many of the family pictures used in my Diary
* to my old friend Alice Faye, who was there for me when I lived in Winnsboro and has been there for me through the writing of the Winnsboro pages
* to Mary Lukens Burns, who has provided me with many tidbits of information
* to all my faithful readers, who have kept me going with many messages of love and encouragement and who have laughed and cried with me as we progressed from Pittsburgh to Winnsboro
* to the members of the Admin site, who taught me how to make a site and so graciously answered my many questions as I went along
* to my friends at the Playroom who always have fun projects going and who gave me banners, buttons, gifts and support as I worked away at my Diary
* to all of the new friends I have made through this story - I love you all and thank you for the gorgeous gifts and awards that you have sent to me
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