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Name: Linda
Birthday: May 21
Gender: Female
Status: Married
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Religion: Christian/Protestant
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Pennsylvania
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Stout's PA (1 room) GREEN PARK UNION, Elliottsburg, PA
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CRYSTAL PLANTS, NURSING HOMES, WAREHOUSE
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WALDORF, MD, Pennsylvania
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THE LOG HOUSE AT THE END OF THE LANE

My mother wrote this back in 1952. Her mother, my grandmother, had passed away giving birth to her 12th child.  This happened when my mother was 4 years old. 

This is not am actual picture of the LOG HOUSE AT THE END OF THE LANE mentioned in the poem.

THE LOG HOUSE AT THE END OF THE LANE

My eyes are filled with tear drops

My heart is filled with pain

I can't help but remember

The log house at the end of the lane.

 

Each year I go back to that old log shack

That stands at the end of the lane

And while I was there I'd hear Mother's Prayers

And I'd relive it all over again.

 

The last time I saw that ole log shack

Everything was much the same

I could see her chair in front of the fire

And I could hear her call my name.

 

One morning when I was four

I went rushing down the stairs

My mom was lying on the couch

My father was kneeling there.

 

Dad Took me in his arms jut then

And oh the tears he shed

As he tried to tell a four year old

Her Darling Mother was dead.

 

And so the years pass quickly

Time helps to ease the pain

Each year I go back to that old log house 

That stands at the end of the lane.

    Nancy G. Bowen

Added: February 6, 2010
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142 says:

Oh my gosh, glad we don't have that much! Then, we don't have any. In 1979, I believe, I was still driving for metro. My coach at the time, was a 60' articulated. It snowed like crazy. I was on a night route, and had passengers. The base shop truck, tried to put chains on the coach, downtown Seattle,WA, but they would no fit. I was given a 40' coach later on my route, and was able to transport the passengers to their desination. I was suppose to arrive at the base,where we parked the coaches, at 3a.m.,didn't get in until 5a.m. What a night! Stay warm and safe:) tuck-n-roll
Posted: February 6, 2010 7:43PM EST
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we12hunt says:

60' coach? You have a lot more nerve than I do. Cannot imagine driving something like that. A full sized van was big enough for me. Have a full sized 4x4 pick-up and my 'Itty Bitty', Ford Aspire. She is so small, 5 on the floor, 41-46 mpg and I love her.
Linda
Posted: February 6, 2010 9:27PM EST
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142 says:

Hi Linda;) I was frighten to death the first time I drove the articulated coach. They bend in the middle, so you have to know where the pivot point is. Once I drove it a couple of times, I loved it. I liked it even better than the smaller coach. I had driven a semi truck for a little while before I started at Metro. Just loved to drive, now I like just driving around home. My mom and I always were driving some where. We had a great time.
tuck-n-roll
Posted: February 8, 2010 5:31AM EST
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