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Friendship: The Ultimate Cultivation of Respect, Adoration, Love and Commitment

I would love to tell you a little short story of what friendship could portray in one

SHORT STORY II, Maxi

My father, a former cavalry officer, was so very proud of me today. It was an equestrian exhibition, a jumping event I took part in and got a ribbon for 1^st place. I was the pride of my father, only fifteen years old, a long way to the Olympic Games in 1948 I was being groomed and trained for. I have been training for this, since I was six years old.

I own my second horse now, a Trakehner, a Prussian warmblood, named

For those of you who have ever been involved in a car accident, you know how scary and strange that experience can be. Here’ a poem I wrote about one I am happy I survived with just a bit of lasting neck pain over the years. Marcie

Car Crash

First there

SHORT STORY 1: Ilona and Hal

This little tale is about a young lady in occupied Germany three years after WWII ended. Graduated from a private University with the degree in Commerce and International Law she found no jobs, her City was destroyed completely by Allied bombers 09-11-1944.

 Mailing a letter in a make shift Post Office, I was attracted by a large sign at the entry reading:

Distraction

Spring in the Northwest

                                creeps in slowly.

Sun stalks the waiting buds,

bursting eagerly at the first touch.

Fingers of light and heat trigger

bursts of color, tart yellows, juicy purples.

The strawberry-sweet scent of

persimmon-pink roses and sugar-sweet

honeysuckle perfume the air.

Then, inevitably, thoughts of you

slip back into my head,

delicious ache of muscle and gut,

the hairs on my skin

like Lazarus, rising.

–Marcie Sims (c)

Note: This is the last of the stories that Ilona had written for us for this little project where I posted her stories as a guest writer. If she writes any new ones, she has promised to share them with us again. So, after this, I will be posting a few poems and stories and blog/memoir insights on this page of my own writing, and if Ilona sends me another story, I will post it, and we will be sure to let you all know. Thank you all for reading these wonderful stories from Ilona and for giving Ilona so many wonderful comments along the way. Marcie

February 26 is My Anniversary

That was the day I arrived at the Sea-Tac airport after I received my visa and entry permit. November 1953 I married the wonderful man I had met while working for General Eisenhower

I Lost My Way

As a child growing up before World War II my parents, my brother, sister and I being of Lutheran faith went to the beautiful Chapel by the Castle in my home- town of Darmstadt on Sundays. When I was eight years old, I was asked to join the choir. I felt honored to sing in the choir I loved the atmosphere which surrounded us in this serene and charming chapel filled with fresco

My Dearest Sister, My