September 22, 2003

• Chapter Two   (chapter one begins 9/8)

  
  

  The Farm

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

  The farm spread away in all directions from my heart. It encompassed some 100 acres of rich land on the banks of the Willamette River, where over the years we grew many crops, but mainly seed corn, the tall plants crowding the fields with their tassels and brilliant yellow cobs. I lived in its Emerald City and spent my days wandering the woods and meadows of Gillikan, Winkie, Quadling, and Munchkin country.(During these years my father’s older sister, Mary, sent me an Oz book on every traditional occasion and, as there were several dozen in the series, they provided a fantasy world to weave into my real one.)  (to be continued)

  
  

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  Deep Thought:  Here’s a good thing to do if you go to a party and you don’t know anybody: First take out the garbage. Then go around and collect any extra garbage that people might have, like a crumpled napkin, and take that out too. Pretty soon people will want to meet the busy garbage guy.
  

  
  

  
  

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