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Elizabeth Hearn Milner


Christmas is coming and what can I write? I’m upset by the news both in daytime and night. Each Christmas I write down a poem with my thoughts, They are usually merry, but this year they’re not, For there are wars going on in so many places And migrants are moving to unprepared nations. Yes, …

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 …

Christmas comes and then it’s gone, We light some candles sing some songs. And add our hopes for peace on earth – For food for all and jobs of worth. The world’s a mess I realize – Our precious earth, our heavenly prize. I’d like to look in leaders’ eyes And say, “It’s time to …

In her book Aurora Memories and More, Elizabeth Milner wrote about Aurora Town Park: “When I was growing up in Aurora and I said I was going to the park my words meant only one place – the park on Wells Street across from the high school. This was the place where everything took place, …

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 …