Hello, God. It's me, Mara.

The days slip by as time flies on, it's wintertime and cold. Just thinking 'bout some cute stories that our dear friends have told. Pictures do fly across our mind, when we were kids, years back; we crossed pastures on way to school; our lunch was what Mom packed.  Away back then in olden days, we had a Prairie School. No modern things like gas for light nor air to keep us cool!

At recess time, we five children had whooping hollering day; in class we read, did math, spelling, and sometimes played with clay. The Golden Rule was taught back then, like in our parent's time. We studied hard,...