Conversations with God

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...