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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
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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
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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
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Tagged 1920s, 1950s, chattanooga, depiction, diminutive, electric trains, Germany, HO guage, mothballed, mystique, O guage, postwar, Southern Railway, steward, toy trains
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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
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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
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The Lost Story 