by Diane W. Bailey | Jul 25, 2013 | Uncategorized
Driving down the road to the lake house, I past a row of houses with their linen white, and hanging from cords drawn tightly between metal poles, and I remember those days. Days of carrying wicker basket heavy with wet clothing and a young baby on top, to the...
by Diane W. Bailey | Dec 13, 2012 | Diane's Posts
Each year we make cookies for city workers and mailmen, place the cookies in boxes wrapped in paper and bows all glittered and festive for the Christmas season. A card is attached thanking them for their hard work. This particular Christmas season we had the...