You couldn't beg, borrow, or steal a job in 1931, 1932... it was really tough.
What's a butterfly garden without butterflies?
If there were no valleys of sadness and death, we could never really appreciate the sunshine of happiness on the mountain top.
When my time comes, just skin me and put me up there on Trigger, just as though nothing had ever changed.
I was raised on a little farm about 12 miles out of Portsmouth, Ohio.
Christmas is telling time-wondering time. Wonder enough about it, and you'll know, and you'll tell about it.