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Father’s influence
Electric Trains
If you were a boy like me, growing up (initially) in the South in the early 1950s, then you probably like trains as much as I do. There is both a mystique and an irresistible call in the air when … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1950s, 1963, Arkansas, Chattanooga Tennessee, Don Cossack Choir, electric trains, Hebrew, HO gauge, idyllic, Isaiah 53, Kinsett, Lionel, Mayberry, Searcy, Southern Railroad, Tucson Arizona, Utopia, virus
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My Tribute to Pop on Pearl Harbor Day
December 7 has been a reminder all my life of the horrific Sunday morning attack at Pearl Harbor in 1941. But today . . . it will take on new meaning. My father-in-law, Martin Henry Glynn will be laid to … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Assisted Living, Family History, Fathers, Nursing Homes, Stories, Uncategorized, World War II
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The Running Joke
There’s been a running joke in my family ever since my wife and I married 43 years ago. You see, my father-in-law, Marty Glynn had begun to cook a good bit soon after we married, since his wife, Mary, suffered … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Comedy, Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1600s, 17th century, bell pepper, dogmatic, exclusive, freedom, green pepper, Halloween, inclusive, mango, mangoed, mangoes, Marty Glynn, Ohio, pickled, refrigeration, religious fanatic, skeptic, trick-or-treat, truth, worldview
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A Real Tool: the Coping Saw
My father was good with tools! Especially when working with wood. His father was born in Sweden in 1878, and Dad used to have some of his father’s tools until thieves broke into his and Mom’s Tucson, AZ house years … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1878, AZ, Christmas, coping saw, coping skills, Dad, father, fears, Flexibility, force, Forgiveness, Gentleness, grandfather, holidays, inauguration, insecurity, Jesus, Joseph, Mary, Mom, New Year, president, stress, Sweden, the unknown, tools, Tucson, uncertainty, worry
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The Making of a Widow (Part 4)
“Timing is everything.” It’s true in comedy; a vocally well delivered line can fall flat if the timing is off. Exactly when a pause is required, or an inflection employed can bring an audience to tears of laughter, or . … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged cardiologist, cath lab, coincidence, cousin, EKG, eulogized, father, Feb. 11 1961, general practitioner, Georgia, grandfather, harmonies, heart attack, ICU, intersections, LAD artery, maternal grandfather, musical composer, Oct. 3 2016, Oct. 4 2016, patterns, sense of timing, Snellville, timing, timing is everything, tombstones, unseen divine determinant
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Flounder, anyone?
As a young boy growing up in Chattanooga, I was not particularly fond of fish. My father seemed to be enthralled with eating trout, flounder, and other fish wherein navigating fish bones was an accepted part of the process. I … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged $15 minimum wage, 1215 A.D., 1950s, 1989, academic, chattanooga, Constitution, discrimination, diversity, divine revelation, economic, flounder, founder, gender, Honey I Shrunk the kids, immoral, King John, LGBTQ, Magna Carta, melting point, melting pot, minimum wage, Panama Papers, Presidential candidates, public governance, race, religious, sex, sexual orientation, social service, South Carolina, Wall Street
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What’s Trump?
When I was a boy we played games in my family; it was one of our main sources of entertainment. My father was eager to teach my brother and I how to play chess, and we actually became pretty good, … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged Donald Trump, election, November 2016, Parker Brothers, presidential, Rook, Rook card, Shakespeare, trump card
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Leap Year 2016
Well, it sneaked up on me several weeks ago. How about you? The desk calendar I use for work had a Monday, February 29 on it. And of course, my initial reaction to that is always . . . disbelief. … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1970, 1976, 2016, Arizona, calendar, change, cigarettes, February 29, Frodo, Gandalf, Gregorian, Julian, Leap Year, Love Story, Mark Twain, pharengo laryngotracheitis, rhinosinusitis, risk, social security, solar calendar, Surgeon General, The Fellowship of the Ring, Tolkien, Tucson, www.heartdepot.org
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All About that Bass
Meghan Trainor rapped, “It’s all about that bass,” and gave birth to a phrase that swept the world in 2014. And a flexing, bandana wearing Rosie the Riveter, along with the phrase, “We Can Do It,” created nationwide support for … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized, World War II
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Tagged "We Can Do It", 1940s, 1942, 2009, 2014, 2015, All About That Bass, April 9, B17, B24, basso profundo, Burma, Ezio Pinza, fly the friendly skies, India, May 25, Meghan Trainor, Memorial Day, Norden bombsight, October Sky, pectin, Rosie the Riveter, singer, slogans, Tucson, William Tecumseh Sherman, you can't stop a trane
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Ashes, 2 Ashes
It happened while I was watching a favorite TV series the other night. A young man was given his estranged father’s ashes to scatter as a memorial to him. He chose Eagle Lake, a special place in Alberta where his … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged Abraham Lincoln, Alberta, ashes, casualness, cremation, devotion, Eagle Lake, Gettysburg, Heartland, honor, human remains, interment, life is sacred, reverence, sacred ground, sacredness, Tucson Arizona, urn, urn vault, valued
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