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SECOND READING:
This was my second"READING"done by a very special friend named Jennifer.
This lady is a very caring individual who goes far beyond her speciality as a Medium and becomes a friend.
Jennifer keeps in contact long after your"READINGS"complete and gives 110% of herself always.
Anyone wishing a Reading,I recommend her very highly.

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Dear Alta,
I have spent some time meditating and clearing out my mind of clutter. I feel relaxed and grounded so I am hopeful I can do a better job for you today.  I will give it my best.
 
Ok, I am seeing a scene, that I am thinking was your Uncles home. I am seeing a 2 story house amongst trees. It feels like it is dusk to me, and I am seeing a green pick up truck parked in the drive. the house is either white or light blue or light gray. Hard to pinpoint exactly, since it appears to be getting dark outside.

My Uncle's home sat inside a grove of trees.
The house was white in color.

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There is also a skiff of snow on the ground. In the winter time, did your Uncle wear "coveralls" you now with long sleeves and long pants, all over top his clothes. Like he wore coveralls to do "chores" or work on machinery> I am seeing him with oils stains on them.

Uncle Clayton always wore overalls.
He worked in Potatoes Houses, Potato Fields,and serviced machinery.
He would always have the smell of fuel or oil on his overalls.
 

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 I get that he really worked hard, and working hard was important to him. To set a good example, and to teach you a good work ethic? Did he ever talk to you like that? Like about determination, to put your mind to something, and you will accomplish it. That is what he is impressing upon me, that is how he lived. Worked hard, with determination.

Punky worked very hard all his life.
He worked from the time he was eleven years old.
Punky worked to help feed his brothers and sisters and when they were grown he had me to care for.
Uncle Clayton worked until the time he had his first stroke that left him without use of one side,his speech,and it was almost impossible for him to walk.
The second stroke came one year later that took his life.

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Did he like Apple pie? or Apple spice cake? I just heard those words out of the blue. Was there an apple tree on his property? Did you climb trees on his property? I am seeing a girl in a tree!
I also wanted to ask you if you have a son named William? Or family member named William? I am feeling like I need to acknowledge a William.   hhhmmmmmm I just heard your Uncle say "the snake"...very disgustedly?  So.....is there a William he did not like? Or someone he refereed to as the snake?
and some sort of joke about oatmeal porridge. Did your Uncle make that for you, and you didn't like it? Or something about you and Oatmeal!?
 

OATMEAL was my Hairless Guinea Pig.
There is no way that anyone could have known about Oatmeal.
In another part of this Reading Jennifer mentioned my uncle showing her a turtle.
I have a Turtle.

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Also back to his property, was there a "creek" or pond on it?
Did you and he walk through places together, on like nature hikes? I am seeing birds, like he taught you about what kinds of birds are what, etc.
Alta, all of this is stuff he is showing me, to tell you he is "OK" and validate that he still exisits. To show you that his energy lives on, and he has all these memories.
Please try hard to remember if any of this was in your past.
Thankyou!*
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Looking forward to hearing your feedback. I will keep trying for you.

NO JENNIFER....THANK YOU MY FRIEND.

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A Tribute To Fathers Day....A Memory Of Love