Family Snippets Through Time…Every family has a story and this is ours.  The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. Psalm 16:6

Grandma’s Empty Swing

When summer breezes blow – my memories come and go – and swing back to and fro….beneath that ancient elm.

My memory bell still rings…reminding me of things…like shouts from loaded swings…but now my sons are grown.

They live too far away… come back home or stay…and no one swings at play….except the teasing wind.

But if my sons should please….let them build memories….through swings to hang on trees….for their own precious sons. ~ Anna Daisy Siemens

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