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Aurora 1945-1965


It would shortly be Christmas and all through the day I was thinking and wondering what I should say. The world was so different; it was quite a surprise. Should l be honest; would that be wise. The Middle East mess can keep me up at night, And ignoring global warming had never been right. …

This is our first year attending Doors Open Aurora with our seven year old. Perhaps that has something to do with his better attention span. However, this is my third year visiting various heritage locations in Aurora. I am glad that some of the locations repeat from year to year since I am never able to …

Dear Santa: I know you’re very busy and you have a lot to do, but I have some special Christmas wishes and I hope that they come true. I’ve tried to talk to governments, it was important that they knew, but they just ignored my pleas, so I had to write to you. I know …

Christmas Down the sweeping stretch of time it comes through eons of water, ice and fire. Scraped earth is sifted, covered with rubble and swamp, then prairie grasses, bold flowers and towering trees that stand as majestic and mighty as gods. Tiny creatures, that crawl in the coming fecund earth, are replaced by mastodons and …

The Ice Man Soft air, wine sweet with heady, floral scent, slippery seeds of watermelon season, sidewalks fry-an-egg sizzling hot, and then came the ice wagon. Mr. Case, on his high seat, coming down Kennedy Street over the hot, chewable-soft tar, wearing his deer skin apron. With huge ice tongs and leather carrier, he shoulders …