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Since 1999, David Smith has sent out a weekly essay to friends and family on Monday mornings. Since Mondays can be a challenging day, each week's message is aimed at making the day a little brighter. Monday Moanin' is sometimes humorous, sometimes thought provoking, but always intended as an encouraging and uplifting message to start the week.
Hundreds of readers from all over the world have written in response to the Monday Moanin'. Here are just a few samples: (Readers Respond)
Greetings from 2102 ,
“You can’t go home again.” Thomas Wolfe.
There are boards on the windows, which in a way is a relief because I am not tempted to look inside. Whatever was there is not anymore, and that’s what matters. Really.
I am still drawn to this place, this little house on Barth Street. It is where I formed my first memories, important beginnings, interesting now as I hold them up a lifetime later.
It has been empty for some time. The glass has been broken out of the windows, the shards still on the ground, and the storm door is gone. The grass has grown up over the sidewalk and the driveway, almost to the point of covering it. Trees and bushes have gone wild, and the house hides in shame behind them.
There was someone there before us, there were many people there after us. All of those lives lit up the rooms, filled the house with stories and history and imbued it with the emotion and potential and the loudness of living.
Now it is a dark shell. Parked in front of it I feel wisps of mourning. I smiled and waved at the little house; you might think it a strange gesture unless you were with me there, saying goodbye.