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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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Merry Xmas from Georgia, 2015
We have been bemoaning our fate these past few days, grumbling over the fact that on Christmas Day the temperature might be 77ºF (a possible new record will be set), and there will likely be thunderstorms. And we’ve been asking … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1887-1888, 1935-1936, 2015, Chattanooga Tennessee, Christmas story, Dancing at the Rascal Fair, El Nino, flood of 1937, Ivan Doig, Little Ice Age, Portsmouth Ohio, predictable, premature birth, rose in winter, topsy turvy, Tucson Arizona, winter of 2015, Xmas in Georgia
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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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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 