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Tag Archives: 1960s
I Miss Mayberry
When Rascal Flatts released the song “Mayberry” in 2002 they struck a chord that is universal in our modern culture: our desperate need to slow down, find peace, and be known. So that when they sing the chorus, multitudes of … Continue reading →
Posted in Comedy, Family History, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1960s, Abraham Maslow, Andy Griffith, Andy of Mayberry, Ararat VA, baby boomer, Dan River, fictional, Floyd's barbershop, I miss Mayberry, Kafka, Mayberry, Mt. Airy NC, nostalgia, Rascal Flatts, reality, Snappy's, The Andy Griffith Show, true stories
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Facial Profiling?
When I was in junior high school in the 1960s chains were really cool. All the tough guys liked to wear leather and have some type of silver chain hanging down out of their jeans pocket; you know, like the … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1960s, 1970s, 3:00 AM, being cool, Charlotte, Dallas, deadly force, facial profiling, Ferguson, Ford Mustang, gangstas, Happy Days, hoax, Jim Croce, misunderstood, police brutality, portrayal, profiled, prostitutes, racial profiling, suspicison, The Fonz, thug, tough guys, TPD, Tucson Police Department, tude, unjust
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Helicopter vs. Free-Range Parenting
I recently listened to a National Public Radio interview where the miseries caused by “helicopter parenting” were enumerated. The discussion featured a prominent scholar/author on the subject, as well as a Kennesaw State University counselor. It was quite interesting. Evidently, … Continue reading →
Posted in Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1858, 1954, 1960s, 1969, 2009, crucible, Dr. Spock, drone, education, emotional immaturity, extremes, free-range parenting, H. Stephen Glenn, Haim Ginott, helicopter parenting, home school, ideologies, Jane Nelsen, Kafkaesque, Kennesaw State University, Lenore Skenazy, Lord of the Flies, metamorphosis, National Public Radio, paranoia, parenting, perfect storm, R.M. Ballantyne, racial injustice, Raising Children for Success, society, teenagers, terrorists, The Coral Island, tolerance, William Golding
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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 Corvette Stingray: A Love Story
It’s hard to tell where my taste for certain foods originated; why grilled hamburgers are so absolutely wonderful, why ice cream cries out to be enjoyed by the bowl full, why good coffee sometimes just hits the spot. But my … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1/32 scale model, 1951 Plymouth, 1960s, 1963 Plymouth Fury, 1976 Volkswagon Rabbit, 1983 Pontiac Bonneville, 1988 Chevy Celebrity wagon, 1995 Chevy Lumina, 2000 Chevy Metro, 2000 Dodge Caravan, 2001 Chevy Metro, 2004 Toyota Corolla, 2013, 60th anniversary, Arizona, Austria, Beethoven, cars, concentration camp, Corvette Stingray, Daylight Saving, December 1974, German, Haydn, ink stamp, June 1953, Linz, Mauthausen, Mozart, November 1953, Salzburg, Sound of Music, symbiotic, Vienna
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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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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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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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The Lost Story 