Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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My Dear Childhood Friend, Frances Brown. Ah, Frances Brown. She was a friend of my parents, But I was also included by her in our own friendship. She had a deep chortle for a woman--early smoking? She always had a nice middle-aged scent. And she always paid attention to me when we were together. She was the church secretary and wrote the chosen verse In my new bible--'The man who builds his house on a rock...' Her printing was impeccable and solid. One adventure we had was a snowy trip to the Boston Symphony. My father was dubious because of the weather, But she laughed it off and said that her 'Bug' would make it fine. It did make it fine, having a wonderful concert. Afterwards I joined Frances and her husband, Morrie, At their home for an 'overnight' and breakfast. I remember the guest room and the fresh smelling sheets. I always enjoyed, as a young one, intelligent adults. Frances taught me about the 'older generation' And that they had much to offer in their wisdom. Frances is long gone, but I will never forget Our comradely interaction and her kindness, Helping me to grow into the adult stage of my life. Frank Maurer 1 February 2025 2300 Hours.