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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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Night Riding (The Way Things Used to Be)
Childhood memories are almost indelible, aren’t they? I can remember lying in the floorboard of our black 1951 Plymouth, sleeping cozily on the left side of the hump that ran thru to the backseats; the hum of the engine and … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized, World War II
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Tagged 1 Corinthians 13, 1951, 1963, air conditioning, Alseep in the Deep, Bible, box fan, chattanooga, church hymns, cottonfields back home, Drink to me only with thine eyes, Edgar Allan Poe, Ezio Pinza, Father's Day, ice plant, magical, Norden Bomb Site, Plymouth, Plymouth Fury, push button automatic, razor strop, sacred, The Raven, Tucson, Wing Tee Wee
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Father’s Day 2012
Today is Father’s Day 2012. A loving voice message from one daugther, and a phone call from another has properly humbled me and made me feel loved. Monica treated me to a lovely cup of coffee from Dunkin Donuts, then … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized, World War II
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Tagged Bible, career, Family, guidance, History, Life, psalms, Stories, world war II
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The Lost Story 