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I saw her for the last time on such a rare and wonderful autumn day as this. With fall crispness charging the air, our long, lingering stroll around the campus let her enjoy the unique texture of October breeze and sun upon her cheeks. Our visit completed, I offered my goodbyes–without realizing she was hearing them [...] Autumn is my favorite season of the year, and the weather I have come to expect and enjoy in October has just arrived in the last few days. Thus I post an older article about the feelings Autumn brings with it. —– Golden Autumn by name, she heralds inevitable liberation from the restricting bonds of summer heat. [...] With each passing year I’m reminded how quickly my life is passing and how little I remember about the words, deeds and activities that seemed so important as they were happening. So this year I’m determined to do a better job of recording my journey, not only for my own benefit, but also for future [...] I repost this old article as a reminder to enjoy Christmas with family and loved ones as long as time and opportunity permit you to do so. Though death has taken the wife and daughter mentioned here from me, I hope to relive some of the magic that children bring to Christmas morning by watching [...] June 21, 1932. After Max Schnelling loses a 15-round heavyweight boxing title fight by a decision to Jack Sharkey, Schnelling’s manager, Joe Jacobs, makes grammatical history by exclaiming, “We was robbed!” In considering the New Year, “we was robbed” verbalizes some of my sentiments. Robbed not of money, but of the touch and feel of an [...] Childhood is incredibly fragile and fleeting. And though its passage can be gauged in finite increments of months and years, parents easily identify with the “first times” which punctuate their memories. Some, such as first words and first steps, are rarely forgotten. Still, a subtle exchange is underway as “first times” are seamlessly displaced by “last [...] Early in my career, I’d sometimes have to travel. And when Mary packed my suitcase she’d always hide little notes for my discovery. One, a long-lost, hand-sketched rendition of the cozy den in our tiny house in Sherwood, reminded me that “home is waiting for you.” As part of the painful post-death process of deciding what [...] “Now you know that Saturday morning is when we go to the lumber company, don’t you? They have gum and candy machines, so we’ll need to take our money.” Thus spoke the young man to his tiny three-day-old son–and our first grandchild. In bygone years, whenever I’d yell, “Let’s go to the lumber company,” Barrett’s response [...] Still in our pajamas, my sister, Sara, and I had been tucked into the backseat to sleep on makeshift beds Daddy had fashioned from orange crates. Departure time was usually around midnight to avoid the scorching daytime heat; cars in the 1950s didn't have air conditioning. Nevertheless, dawn brought the persistent question common to children of [...] |
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