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My daughter reminded me this morning about how our dog Molly used to pick blackberries with her teeth. Every year we looked forward to blackberry season. We took her to the prairie with us one road over that was lined with wildblackberry bushes. My daughter and I brought bowls to collect the berries. Molly would pick the red, unripened ones, with her front teeth. It was just the cutest thing ever. She was one of a kind!

In the Molly era we used to go to a farm on a daily basis. We helped feed the animals, helped rehab any wildlife that was injured, and overall just loved being there. We could fill every afternoon with these animals. My most beloved animal of the farm was Tomas. Tomas was a turkey. Here is a picture of Tomas being held by my daughter, as a baby.

My daughter could stroke his…

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About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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