Today, new snow arrived. Driven by a fierce wind from the West, the snow flung itself aganst my window panes.
The snow reminded me that on a day, early in January of 1947, there was snow,too. My husband, George,(now deceased) and I, had come from Philadelphia, Penslyvania, and found this town. It was close to George's new work at General Electric and we hoped we could live here.
We had been told that a housing shortage was at hand, but as we drove along a street, we saw a sign that said: "Furnished apartment to rent." George parked. We rang the doorbell, met the landlord, saw the apartment, and rented it. What a feeling of relief! We had a place to live.
George said, then, "Let's drive around to see more of the village." Very shortly, he stopped by a vacant lot. A snow-covered sign read: "For sale." That day, we arranged to buy the lot, and within three years, George, in his free time, had built a home for us.
That home, still my home, keeps George close by, and loved.
marylee manson armour
January 1, 2008
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