-
Recent Posts
Recent Comments
GP on It’s A Small World After… ivanbenson on It’s A Small World After… GP on It’s A Small World After… ivanbenson on I Miss Mayberry Mike on I Miss Mayberry Archives
- December 2023
- October 2023
- September 2023
- August 2023
- June 2023
- May 2023
- June 2022
- May 2022
- April 2022
- December 2021
- September 2021
- July 2021
- May 2021
- September 2020
- August 2020
- June 2020
- April 2020
- December 2019
- July 2019
- January 2019
- October 2018
- May 2018
- April 2018
- January 2018
- December 2017
- October 2017
- August 2017
- April 2017
- March 2017
- January 2017
- November 2016
- October 2016
- September 2016
- August 2016
- July 2016
- May 2016
- April 2016
- March 2016
- February 2016
- January 2016
- December 2015
- November 2015
- October 2015
- September 2015
- August 2015
- May 2015
- April 2015
- March 2015
- February 2015
- January 2015
- December 2014
- November 2014
- October 2014
- September 2014
- August 2014
- July 2014
- June 2014
- May 2014
- April 2014
- March 2014
- February 2014
- January 2014
- December 2013
- November 2013
- October 2013
- September 2013
- August 2013
- June 2013
- May 2013
- April 2013
- March 2013
- February 2013
- January 2013
- December 2012
- November 2012
- October 2012
- September 2012
- August 2012
- July 2012
- June 2012
Categories
Meta
Monthly Archives: October 2013
Waiting
I am sitting in a surgical waiting room at Piedmont Hospital in midtown Atlanta, Georgia. The room was designed for waiting. And that is what I am doing. Waiting. I am waiting along with a host of strangers. An adjoining … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Stories, Uncategorized
|
Tagged 1905, 1907, 1957, 1960s, 1983, Atlanta Georgia, Atlanta-Fulton County Stadium, Bible, Capitol Avenue, Columbia South Carolina, Epworth Orphanage, Peachtree Road, Piedmont, Piedmont Hospital, Piedmont Sanatorium and Training School for Nurses, surgery, Tucson Arizona, waiting, waiting room
|
10 Comments
Living Life in H0 Gauge
I just couldn’t help myself today. I had taken my 2 1/2 year old grandson to “the train store” (although his pronunciation of that phrase sounds a bit different from what you just sounded out in your head), and while … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized
|
Tagged 1920s, 1950s, chattanooga, depiction, diminutive, electric trains, Germany, HO guage, mothballed, mystique, O guage, postwar, Southern Railway, steward, toy trains
|
8 Comments
The Perfect Day
I might be wrong about this, but . . . today may have been “the perfect day.” My wife got up early (for a Saturday) and drove off with a good friend at 7:22 AM, headed for a day of … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Stories, Uncategorized
|
Tagged Dunkin Donuts, errands, Fall, Family, gifts, grande salted caramel frappuccino, hard work, leisure, love, mowing, perfect day, Red Bank TN, Saturday, Starbucks, tasks, The Perfect Storm, The Wonder Years
|
6 Comments
The Lost Story 