Writers’ Blokke
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Writers’ Blokke

No One Ever Dies

While someone remembers them

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This was one of my mother’s favorite sayings, and although she died over thirty years ago, she is still remembered for her African Violets.

They, or rather cuttings, adorn the living rooms of her children, grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren. They sell at school fetes and outside thrift shops, where they are known as Grandma’s violets.

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Margaret Tye

Margaret Tye

Retired English teacher renewing an old hobby of writing.

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