Memoir from Mary Louise Burchard

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SAMPLE: Mary Louise Burchard’s Memoir, Written in Spring 2004 (Used by Permission) Our holiday decorations were kept in the kitchen cedar closet. Never gaudy or trashy, my mom designed these with  our house in mind. She took pride in even the smallest things. Whether it was from my great-grandparent’s bedroom or got here on a boat from China, each piece of furniture in  our home was the prelude to a story. We walked through each room while she explained each piece.  As she told me of their  significance, she shared her joy.  “Some day, all this will be yours! I can’t wait to se what you do with it.”   Mom told me those stories thousands of times. And each time, I’d picture everything in my home some day far, far  away.  I could feel her pride. As a result, I was always eager to entertain. Our home was like my mother: warm, classic, a  safe haven.  My childhood was picture-book perfect. I felt secure when I returned from school. No matter how my day had  been, nothing could harm me within those walls.  Home.  My heart was there.
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  • Spring '10
  • Burleson
  • In Spring, Mary Louise Burchard, kitchen cedar closet., Relentless teasing.  Horrific, South Main Baptist, future wonderful dreams.

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