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Tag Archives: 1950s
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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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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Check Under the Hood?
When I was a young boy in the 1950s and early 60s we still had full service filling stations (that’s what we called gas stations, in case you didn’t know). And each time someone drove up and parked beside the … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1950s, 1960s, appearance, Atlanta Public Schools, cynics, filling station, fitness, heart, insides, outsides, scandal, Toyota, truth, under the hood
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10 Comments
The New Normal (Riding the Pipe)
Just over 13 months ago, on Easter weekend 2013, my wife and I began a new venture – we bought two iPhones. And ever since then life has not been the same. For one thing, we ended up doing away … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1950s, 1982, 2013, adoption, Alvin Toffler, cancer, chattanooga, Easter, embolden, Facebook, Frederick Buechner, Future Shock, Hawaii, iOS 8, iPhone 4, navigate, riding the pipe, suicide, surfing the pipeline, surrender, Tennessee, the new normal, The Sacred Journey, The Third Wave, undo
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Not Until You Say “Uncle”
It was just a phrase that children used to say in a wrestling match when one child would get the upper hand; the beaten child would have to say “uncle” in order to be released from the debilitating grasp of … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Assisted Living, Family History, Fathers, Nursing Homes, Stories, Uncategorized, World War II
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Tagged 1950s, 1960s, 86, 92, acceptance, acquiescence, Alzheimer's, beside myself, British joke, character, concession, death, devastation, dilemma, dingy, disappointments, dreams, failures, faith, gloomy, grieving, higher power, loss, men of faith, RCA, say uncle, soap operas, submission, submit, surrender, The Lost Story, Uncle, undone, vanquished, without hope, wreckage, wrestling match
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Do You Own Your Story?
When I was a little boy growing up in East Tennessee in the 1950s I never recall wanting to be someone else. But as years went by I began to notice things about other people, e.g. their possessions, their appearance, … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1950s, blockbuster movie, boredom, Brook Park Ohio, career, changing the past, Chick-fil-A, disappointment, disaster, East Tennessee, elation, failure, fantasy, Ford Motor Company, Frodo, Hollywood, Irving Stone, Landon Saunders, life orchestration, loss, love, near-disaster, Norse, qualify, saga, Samwise, The Lord of the Rings, time travel, Tolkien, triumph, your journey, your story
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Saving Mr. Banks (Authentic Identification)
In the late afternoon of March 28, 2009 I was traveling down a rainy street in my 2000 Chevy Metro when a young girl armed with a learner’s permit turned in front of me, causing me to hit her just … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1899, 1950s, 1960s, 1964, 1976, 1986, 2000, Adagio for Strings, Argonne Road, baby boomer, Chevy Metro, Clair de Lune, community, daisies, Danny Boy, Disney, dormant seeds, enrapturing, exhilarating, Finland, Finlandia, Five Forks Trickum Road, force majeure, God Bless America, heartstrings, Helen Goff, Hey Jude, intimate communion, irresistible, Irving Berlin, Jean Sibelius, Julie Andrews, Mary Poppins, Mrs. Travers, newly mown grass, nudge, platoon, Portsmouth Ohio, prompt, rubric, Russian, Samuel Barber, Saving Mr. Banks, schema, September 11 2001, The Beatles, time machine, time travel, Tom Smith Road, touch, Tucson Arizona, University of Arizona, Vietnam War, Walt Disney, your story
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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 Lost Story 