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Evening Prayer-1933 Evening shadows dance on the garden wall. Another day is destined to become yesterday as the night curtain falls. The coal oil lamp flickers, smokes and gives off a bright orange glare. The aroma of sugar cured ham frying and drop biscuits baking floats on the early Autumn air. Supper is about ready for the hungry farm family living there. With heads bowed… A prayer of thanks is offered up for this humble meal. Times’are hard, but everyone tries to stay on a level keel. The year is Nineteen Thirty Three and the world is griped in a great depression that only God and time can cure. Life goes on… Hard work and prayer are the only things for sure. |
Additional Notes:
A time long gone, but not forgotten by all.
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