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The last few days I’ve been pondering an odd question: “What’s the best water you’ve ever tasted?” Funny, isn’t it, where the mind goes sometimes? I was remembering a hike in Southern Arizona, one I repeated several times with various … Continue reading →
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Tagged Bellows Spring, best water, Charlie's Steak House, Coronado National Forest, Corvette, hiking, Hopkinsville, Kentucky, Montana, Mt. Baboquivari, Mt. Baldy, Mt. Haggin, Mt. Wrightson, Santa Rita Mountains, Southern Arizona, Tucson
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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 →
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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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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 →
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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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Senior Class
There’s nothing quite like your Senior Year, is there? Whether it’s in high school or in college, there is a status that goes with being a senior. You have finally arrived, reached the plateau, climbed to the summit. My senior … Continue reading →
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Tagged 1970-1971, anticipation, character, class act, college, commencement, corruption, dignity, freedom, grumpy, high school, impatient, junior year, Kroger, mirage, old people, patience, privilege, respect, responsibility, scandal, senior class. senior citizen, senior year, sensitivity, Sir, Tucson
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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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Finding God in the Dark
To many, Barbara Brown Taylor is a leading theologian, an accomplished speaker, and an excellent writer with over a dozen books to her name. The TIME MAGAZINE cover for April 28, 2014 features an article about her life, and about … Continue reading →
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Tagged April 28 2014, Arizona, Barbara Brown Taylor, Beyond Words, carbide lamp, Catalina Mountains, caving, dark, eternal stars, faith, Finding God in the Dark, Ford, Frederick Buechner, Genesis 1:2, Hebrew scriptures, Landon Saunders, Learning How to Walk in the Dark, light, lightning, Memphis, Tagore, Tennessee, theologian, Thomas Carlyle, thunderstorm, time, Time Magazine, Tucson
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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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George Harrison (April 1968)
My envelope from Beatle, George Harrison, April 1968. There was nothing particularly remarkable about that Saturday in April, forty-five years ago. Tucson was as it always is in the spring – absolutely gorgeous. And the work at the Villa Venice … Continue reading →
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Tagged 1968, April, Atlanta History Center, auction, celebrity, chattanooga, Christies, Cleveland, England, Fed Ex, George Harrison, India, John Charles Thomas, John Lennon, Lady Madonna, London, magical, Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, memories, Metropolitan Opera, Ohio, Paul McCartney, remarkable, Rishikesh Himalayas, Robert Merrill, Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Something, Tennessee, The Beatles, Tucson, Villa Venice Apartments
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Aragorn is Dead
Aragorn is dead. In case you hadn’t heard. He passed away on the last day of February due to complications resulting from a recent surgery. His family was able to say their goodbyes to him in the hours before his … Continue reading →
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Tagged adventure, aplomb, Aragorn, Arwen, bristlecone pine, canyon, Catalina Mountains, chattanooga, courage, cowboys, dendrochronology, Elves, exotic, father figure, hobbit, indians, Legolas, Lord of the Rings, LOTR, memorial, Mordor, Nazgul, Peter Howell, Peter Jackson, Pippin, Santa Catalina mountains, Saturn, Sauron, Southern Arizona Rescue Association, streambed, Strider, The Old Pueblo, Tolkien, tree ring research, Treebeard, Tucson, University of Arizona, Viggo Mortensen
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My Father’s Tools
My father was a crafstman with wood. He could build furniture, build a house, take some pieces of wood and shape them into a 3-inch tall replica of a rockingchair with splayed legs pegged into the seat (just like the full-size ones we sit … Continue reading →
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Tagged approval, baseboard, courage, craftsman, father, grandfather, imperfect, legacy, miter box, persevere, pliable, presence, saw, stowaway, Sweden, tools, Tucson, woodworking
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The Lost Story 