Thursday, May 8, 2008. And a place then called Wyalusing. 8217;t make it, but plenty of other French settled here, including one Charles Homet. My cousin Dave was a skinny, blond.

Monday, December 22, 2008. This oil painting was painted by my mom in 1990 or 1991. She painted it from an photograph I took while on my usual vacation to Kona. Gold frame, which is now lost. I gave this painting to my second wife as a memento. Mill Road, in Chalfont.

Sunday, June 1, 2008. Any similarities to individuals mentioned herein is a pure coincidence. For the many years during my childhood and youth when my family and I visited. Valley, we stay at a small cabin in the deep rural valley near the village of Wyalusing.

Selections of older diary entries and recent writings. Tuesday, February 28, 2012. Spring trout fishing on PEI. But it is trout fishing the same only modified. Here we go out just a few miles from home here along along the Northumberland. From their salty foraging we will take some for the BBQ. White But the rain came and we went fishing. A true flower of a woman.

A selection of three parts about trips to the Juniata, Susquehanna, and Kenai Rivers. Thursday, May 8, 2008. A Short Story of Fishing. The back road ended there at the river, but the road obviously continued along the other side. So while my mom and sister painted the mountains, round-pebbled beaches we would, my cousin, dad, and I fish the river. A muskellunge-the first I had ever seen had taken D.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008. The Goldminers by Michelle Rene Sexton. This is a true story and a tragedy. The story is about two goldminers. That wanted to find gold in an old mine. Was good and experienced about mining and the other goldminer. Had hidden all the tools and took the money so that the good goldminer. Could buy no more tools. That he had to leave and that he was no longer welcome to use the tools to dig for gold, even though the good goldminer.