• Merryville is a very pretty and some say a bit quirky, though neighborly, little town. A simple place, in a simpler time, it sits within a small valley ringed with evergreens, wild cherry trees and several small farms . Most folks who grow up in Merryville, tend to stay in Merryville. Just a bicycle's ride to the coast, you'll find the loveliest lilacs grow here in spring, and folks come from miles around, just to see our bluebirds, and to hear the blackbirds sing.


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  • The kettle's always on in Merryville. It whistles a song of peace.




  • Now, while you may say that Merryville isn't a real place, you can't really say that it doesn't exist. Merryville is as real to me as any place on earth. It dwells in my heart, and in the spirit with which I try to approach living.




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Today, I saw robins in the hawthorn tree.  I wish you could have seen them too.  There were so many of them.  I felt my heart leap at the sight of them, for there have been many times in these last few years when I've wondered where they'd all gone.  They used to be a common bird when I was young, but in recent years, I would only occasionally see one or maybe two, now and then, and I felt sad at the thought of their loss.  Today though, it looked as if the hawthorn had been decorated just for Christmas, with robins.  I was glad that there were still some berries left for them.  Although it was still daylight when they were visiting, it was just before the light begins to wane of an afternoon, and the moon was out.  I could see it glowing against a clear sky through the branches of another tree, and the sight of it made me glad.   Earlier in the day, at the very tippy top of a big old evergreen tree that I can see about half a block away from my living room window, I saw another robin.  A lone one this time.  I knew it was a robin because the sun was shining on its red breast, and it was glowing.  The sight brought tears to my eyes.  I felt it was a sign, you see, and I was glad.   My son visited me today.  He saw the robins too.  He's been ill with that dreadful virus that has gone around, and had just come from the doctor.  She put him on a second round of antibiotics, and had to give him a breathing treatment, and  a steroid, cough medicine, and an inhaler, and still we were both glad, because he felt so much better after receiving just the breathing treatment.  He stayed for dinner, and a movie with me and his dad, and we ate peppermint bark, and I felt so very glad for this time together.

Our lives are made up of moments, and if we are very lucky, the good moments will outnumber the bad.  I wish all of you, so very many more, good moments within your days.  I wish each of you happiness, and a heart that is hopeful, and light.

I wish you and those you love, a Christmas, merry and bright.

May comfort and joy attend thee.

With love,

 and

in the spirit of peace,

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  • Mrs. Staggs loves to garden, and you will often find her outside wandering about her property with her faithful companion, Miss Luna, in a long skirt and wellies, with a trowel or other garden implements in hand. Known for her lovely roses and the tallest foxgloves you ever did see, Mrs. Staggs also grows an abundant vegetable garden, and a great many dahlias that she loves to share. Pickled beets, and giant sunflowers, tomatoes and collard greens, are just a few of the crops Mrs. Staggs will grow this year. Well, she'll have to pickle the beets after she grows them, but you know what I mean!