tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585860400888276765.post5806654499301076373..comments2012-07-21T16:03:09.794-07:00Comments on سفرة (Safra): LeadersRonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772640069387576150noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585860400888276765.post-26061090318962101282012-07-21T15:15:35.630-07:002012-07-21T15:15:35.630-07:00I am so thankful to learn about your experiences a...I am so thankful to learn about your experiences as a child. There is so much that I don't know about you and I suspect that you don't know about me. I have to admit that I was clueless to so much of what you have written. I am so sorry that as your sibling I was not able to help you through this difficult time. Certainly, mom didn't fully understand the impact of these events in your life.<br /><br />Your teacher, Phyllis Stroud, was a hero. Perhaps you can share your feelings about Mrs. Stroud with her surviving family. I think that they would enjoy hearing about this.<br /><br />DianeDiane C. B. Markshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11573681812892544442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585860400888276765.post-5916813089727906392010-10-12T12:27:02.841-07:002010-10-12T12:27:02.841-07:00Hamid, your desert friend, knocked at the back por...Hamid, your desert friend, knocked at the back porch for you. Told him you were out playing hookey. No, not hockey. Hookey. No, not hookah. Hookey. Invited him in for milk and cookies. Then it started again: No, not hookey. Cookie! Bless his heart. What a sweet boy. Don't know what his camel left on my porch, but be sure and clean it when you get home. I'll leave the light on for ya.Grandmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14463063299004817579noreply@blogger.com