Memories of residents who could still shine
One morning at Fair Oaks Lodge, I enjoyed sitting in on one of the Farmer's Breakfast days I have been hearing about. They are held in the pretty third floor dining room. I could smell the ham, bacon, eggs and coffee before I got there, along with the happy sound of folks visiting.
This time of year, with it not quite time to think spring, I turn my thoughts to those who lived here long ago. They come in as residents and almost always leave as friends who will be missed.
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