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Adelia M. Hoyt memoir and photographs
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UNFOLDING YEARS 17 solemn ones. Yet I had not been unhappy. I was surrounded by love and care and I had my beautiful dreams in which I passed my happiest hours. Out of that past I carried pictures which have remained with me and have been a constant comfort when finally the curtain fell -- completely shutting out the light. After all these years those impressions are still vivid and have been my guide in forming mental picture of my surrounding. I have continued to visualize everything -- and still love to recall how the sunset looked across the back fields of snow in winter, how the shadows moved across the grass, the colors in the flowers, the moonlight as it lay across the floor at night. I can hear the swaying of the wind in the big cottonwood trees and smell the plum blossoms as we drove along the country road. I can still see the autumn colors in the woods -- the reds and the yellows. Of people's faces I have less recollection, and many of the scenes I recall are only in outline; perhaps even then my imagination completed the picture. But to me they are all very near and dear and have been a great comfort all through the years. My life ahead stretched like an unknown land -- but I entered it with hope and no fear.
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UNFOLDING YEARS 17 solemn ones. Yet I had not been unhappy. I was surrounded by love and care and I had my beautiful dreams in which I passed my happiest hours. Out of that past I carried pictures which have remained with me and have been a constant comfort when finally the curtain fell -- completely shutting out the light. After all these years those impressions are still vivid and have been my guide in forming mental picture of my surrounding. I have continued to visualize everything -- and still love to recall how the sunset looked across the back fields of snow in winter, how the shadows moved across the grass, the colors in the flowers, the moonlight as it lay across the floor at night. I can hear the swaying of the wind in the big cottonwood trees and smell the plum blossoms as we drove along the country road. I can still see the autumn colors in the woods -- the reds and the yellows. Of people's faces I have less recollection, and many of the scenes I recall are only in outline; perhaps even then my imagination completed the picture. But to me they are all very near and dear and have been a great comfort all through the years. My life ahead stretched like an unknown land -- but I entered it with hope and no fear.
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