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I’ve been told that I wasn’t as easy a baby as my older sister.  All my parents had to do

by Donna Swagerty Shreve Reflections in My Later Years One evening recently my husband turned to me and asked me

by Donna Swagerty Shreve Weapons in the Classroom Being a classroom teacher, for thirty-seven years, provided me with a different

by Donna Swagerty Shreve I had the privilege and burden of being the only child that lived in the same

I feel I have lived in the best of times to see live music. I have seen many of the

by Donna Swagerty Shreve Ernie had requested if he could scatter his dear friend Ron Boone’s ashes. He had his

by Donna Swagerty Shreve The Christmas of 1952 stands out from the rest from my childhood memories. We were living

by Donna Swagerty Shreve In 1958 the day had finally arrived. I had asked, pleaded, cajoled enough until my mother

by Donna Swagerty Shreve The Travels of the High Boy/ Low Boy Inside the large wide drawer in the low