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• 9/20/2010 2:25 PM Kathryn wrote:
  yes when words are work, they are the measure by which we are evaluated.
  
  i love wheelbarrows, btw.
  
  they remind me of the handcarts my ancestors had when they walked from missouri to utah.
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  1. 9/20/2010 2:41 PM Layla Morgan Wilde wrote:
     I love wheelbarrows too. LOL must be my peasant ancestry.
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• 9/20/2010 5:40 PM nothingprofound wrote:
  Layla-do you know the William Carlos Williams poem "The Red Wheelbarrow." Seems quite appropriate to this post. Glad to say I did all my writing outdoors today, had perfect fall weather.
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  1. 9/21/2010 10:21 AM Layla Morgan Wilde wrote:
     No, but I'm glad you mentioned it. Of course I had to go look it up. Here it is:
     

     so much depends
     upon

     a red wheel
     barrow

     glazed with rain
     water

     beside the white
     chickens.

     
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• 9/20/2010 10:47 PM Frank Brinkman wrote:
  Finnish proverbs.. I grew up in a small village in Upper Michigan. Yooper is the nickname for those from that that area. I grew up speaking Finnish, Croation and English. My dad was a milkman and as kids we had to be able to deliver the dairy products, take orders, and be able count in Finnish.
  
  Thank you for bringing back some very nice memories.
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  1. 9/21/2010 10:16 AM Layla Morgan Wilde wrote:
     It's these kinds of connections/stories that makes blogging so rich.
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• 9/21/2010 2:11 AM Jeanne of bichonpawz wrote:
  That IS a cool looking picture!! I think we all have peasant ancestry!!
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  1. 9/21/2010 10:14 AM Layla Morgan Wilde wrote:
     Jeanne, true if go back far enough.
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