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Author Archives: cynthiaberryman
No sailor approaching Pemaquid Point, Maine, can look upon that black coast with anything but dread. Monolithic rock walls jut from the ocean floor like fists, waves crashing and wind howling the names of all those lost at this ocean … Continue reading
It was time for Jessie Thomas Merica to leave his parents’ home. Because he certainly was not going to get rid of the car he just bought. It was his crowning achievement, as big a purchase as any man could … Continue reading
I don’t know if Jessie Thomas Merica was a horse-obsessed boy, but even if he was, I bet he soon forgot ole’ Pet the family equine once the automobile came into his life. Jessie was born in 1916, which was … Continue reading
Snow came the night we reached Shenandoah in late December of 1968 after driving night and day from Southern California to make it while there was still time. It lay shining on the fields in the light of a full moon, glistening on … Continue reading
I was surprised to check my mail this morning and discover I’d won a One Lovely Blog award. As a winner, I have obligations, and here they are: Add the logo to my blog. Link to the person from whom you … Continue reading
Thomas Austin Merica was a handsome man with a gentle wit. He had thick auburn hair, a symmetrical oval face, prominent brows, a good straight gaze, finely proportioned nose, slightly bowed lips, straight but relaxed shoulders, and the look of … Continue reading