My niece and I were remembering my father’s house last evening when she recalled a saying that hung on the wall in the foyer. I don’t remember it on the wall, but I do remember the saying — so characteristic of my mother and so appropriate for these times.
There’s so much bad in the best of us
And so much good in the worst of us
That it ill behooves any of us
To talk about the rest of us.
The thought for the day
How exciting is that! First of all, what a blessing to have lived in the same house from the time I was born until I left for college, graduate school, and early career. Only marriage made the break official. And now, having published “My Father’s House,” I’ve been in contact with the current owners. The photos they’ve provided show me the place is even more beautiful in its modern version. I’m thrilled.
Maybe you’d like to take another look at it on the cover of the book
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If you have finished reading “My Father’s House” and didn’t hate it, would you be willing to give me some feedback? Or even post it on amazon.com? I’d love to know what you think. Thanks, Mona
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