STORIES OF A KENTUCKY MOUNTAIN FAMILYToday I dare to express a little sentimentality to all those erstwhile dwellers of the old neighborhood, who allowed us into their lives, as they brought their love and blessings to the blue house. Which began as white and changed to gray, but still remains blue within our memories:
ODE TO THE BLUE HOUSE
A little magic wrought
As sight unseen and ears unheard
A tiny tear escapes, without a word
T’was only yesterday
The children ran
Waving stop! stop! at the ice cream man!
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Walking Winston the Pooh-Chon 
I remember…