Grandma Arlie's Soldier Sons

Hello. I’m nobody. Who are you? Are you nobody too? Then there’s a pair of us. Don’t tell. They’d advertise you know, and we’d be on FaceBook. I believe that’s from a poem by Emily Dickinson, but being dead a half century now I sometimes forget things. I still remember the McGuffey Readers, though, that carried that Dickinson poem. Not that I don’t know what goes on in the world around me. My spirit stays informed by lingering around the old familiar places. I’m blessed in this afterlife by having a few grandkids who still talk to me. I’d be happy to talk to you too, but you need to visit my grave. It’s in the cemetery here in Stroud, Oklahoma, where they deposited my bones in 1971 at the age of 75. 

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