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“I’ll say good-bye to love,” Karen Carpenter once crooned. Ha! She never knew Hugh and Mary.
Dede Long shared the wonderful story below of her grandfather who proved that you’re never to old for love or romance. Enjoy!
In 1920, my paternal grandparents, Hugh and Peggy Stuntz, went to Santiago, Chile as Methodist missionaries. While they were there, they met a single woman named Mary Sweaney. Her husband had been killed by lightning when they had only been married eleven months. Mary was in South America running a Methodist girls’ school. The three of them became lifelong friends. My dad, his brother and sister were all born while they lived in South America.
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Winnie the Pooh died last week.
Not the “chubby little cub all stuffed with fluff” – lest I start a bad rumor.
This Winnie was a member of our household for the last sixteen years. The shih tzu has offspring scattered from Georgia to West Texas. She lived in seven different houses and outlived two hamsters, three cats, and two other dogs. What times she wasn’t a yapping fool, she was a good dog. And we’d been anticipating that she didn’t have long to live… for the last three years or so.
In our family two beliefs have always converged. Belief #1: Pets are good things. They teach us a lot about unconditional love, trust, and care. Plus, they’re (usually) a lot of fun.
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Fran Cotton is a PK – a preacher’s kid. She saw love demonstrated by her pastor/father in a myriad of ways.
In response to my request for love stories, Fran shared the following example of how loving your neighbor can make you zigzag your way across your yard – and into someone else’s heart.
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