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"The Hill" ~ Morristown, NJ

I grew up in a place
maybe not unlike yours

Traveled roads
probably a lot like most

It was heaven
with imitation hardwood linoleum

It was three eternities in church service
( during August, with just one fan)

It was sanctuary
with angsty hallways

It was chicken on Sunday
spaghetti on Wednesdays

It was a bubble
in a melting pot

It was trouble
if you wanted it

It was safety
in numbers

It was comradery
in show tunes

It was neighbors who minded
your manners and your business

It was frenemies who feuded
yet fed your family

It was fine not to like
inexcusable not to love

It wasn't perfect
yet

It always tried
It never failed

2014-Rene

For #WhereILivedWednesday

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  1. CherylFebruary 26, 2014 at 6:45 PM

    I loved this completely. I lived in a town just like this and you brought each small detail alive.

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    1. UnknownFebruary 26, 2014 at 8:27 PM

      Cheryl I think we could all find a common thread in the places we lived

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  2. Ann ImigFebruary 26, 2014 at 8:15 PM

    I love the way you use your words, Woman. Again and again. Thank you!!

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    1. UnknownFebruary 26, 2014 at 8:29 PM

      Thanks, Ann. I love the way you top yourself ... Again and again :)

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  3. Jo AshlineFebruary 26, 2014 at 8:42 PM

    Beautiful!

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