Comments on: No Fear http://missingbuffaloblog.com/2007/02/11/no-fear/ A Buffalonian's and Buffalo Expatriate's Forum Tue, 18 Nov 2008 15:01:41 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2.1 By: Camille http://missingbuffaloblog.com/2007/02/11/no-fear/#comment-29 Camille Sun, 01 Jul 2007 05:52:16 +0000 http://missingbuffaloblog.com/2007/02/11/no-fear/#comment-29 Home never leaves you. Home never leaves you.

]]> By: James Mulvey http://missingbuffaloblog.com/2007/02/11/no-fear/#comment-13 James Mulvey Mon, 02 Apr 2007 06:19:55 +0000 http://missingbuffaloblog.com/2007/02/11/no-fear/#comment-13 I remember two such nights . . .one was the day before Christmas Eve in Rochester . . . we lived in the city then, and my Uncle and I were walking off too much Chestnut Dressing from the meal we had just feasted on . . . boots squeak-crunching in the ice-cold powdersnow . . . as we turned one corner, we walked past the Church we attended. He suggested we stop in for a quick prayer (never hurts) so we pushed the massive wooden doors opened and my immediately fogged glasses made me concentrate on ym sense of smell . . .and the sooty-sweet smell of years of votive candles, the deep overtones of aged wooden pews filled my nostrils as we moved into the nave, bending our knees in respect as we slid into one of the pews mid-way down the Nave. The second was Christmas Eve in Lake Placid, walking down main street to the church. Looking up, the sky looked like black velvet, with briliant diamonds of light showing through for every star and in the silent, still air you could hardly feel the 28 below zero temperature. Noses tucked behind storm flaps of our parkas, we breathed air rising warm from our jackets and the wooly-mothcrystal scent of my sweater, knitted by loving hands as a gift the previous Christmas made me feel warm and surrounded by family. I remember two such nights . . .one was the day before Christmas Eve in Rochester . . . we lived in the city then, and my Uncle and I were walking off too much Chestnut Dressing from the meal we had just feasted on . . . boots squeak-crunching in the ice-cold powdersnow . . . as we turned one corner, we walked past the Church we attended. He suggested we stop in for a quick prayer (never hurts) so we pushed the massive wooden doors opened and my immediately fogged glasses made me concentrate on ym sense of smell . . .and the sooty-sweet smell of years of votive candles, the deep overtones of aged wooden pews filled my nostrils as we moved into the nave, bending our knees in respect as we slid into one of the pews mid-way down the Nave. The second was Christmas Eve in Lake Placid, walking down main street to the church. Looking up, the sky looked like black velvet, with briliant diamonds of light showing through for every star and in the silent, still air you could hardly feel the 28 below zero temperature. Noses tucked behind storm flaps of our parkas, we breathed air rising warm from our jackets and the wooly-mothcrystal scent of my sweater, knitted by loving hands as a gift the previous Christmas made me feel warm and surrounded by family.

]]> By: LIZAinBUFF http://missingbuffaloblog.com/2007/02/11/no-fear/#comment-12 LIZAinBUFF Mon, 12 Feb 2007 01:10:11 +0000 http://missingbuffaloblog.com/2007/02/11/no-fear/#comment-12 My gosh... your writing style is so beautiful, I could feel the cold, then the warmth, then the sting as if I were there!! Wait a minute, I AM!! I've not taken as long a walk as that in the cold in years. I often leave my townhouse after dark and experience the sceeerruuuuunch of the rigid snow under feet and inhale the placid below zero degrees air. It's incredibly peaceful and yes, there's no one but me and the angels on the trek. My gosh… your writing style is so beautiful, I could feel the cold, then the warmth, then the sting as if I were there!!

Wait a minute, I AM!!
I’ve not taken as long a walk as that in the cold in years.

I often leave my townhouse after dark and experience the sceeerruuuuunch of the rigid snow under feet and inhale the placid below zero degrees air. It’s incredibly peaceful and yes, there’s no one but me and the angels on the trek.

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