From The Past

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Thursday, December 13, 2012

As I Remember It

She's been gone now for eleven years, but it seems like yesterday that I drove down with her to the County Seat in the Ozark country for moral support as she had to answer a subpoena for a case of Alienation of Affection and she was a bit nervous about the whole thing. It all began back in the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 8, 2012

From Out Of The Past

I'm sure I saw Buckwheat today. You know, "that" Buckwheat, the one from Our Gang, The Little Rascals. He was coming down the sidewalk lickity-split sitting in a green clothes basket that was sitting on a skateboard. He was wrapped in his hoodie, hunched over, knuckles showing on the basket rim and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 5, 2012

To Tell A Tale

It's not unusual for a son to say to his mother, "Tell me a story." But, when the son is nearly 52 years old, and hasn't asked for a story for nigh on to fifty years, it does take one aback. I turned from my computer ready to laugh, as I thought he was kidding around. But, I immediately could see... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, November 30, 2012

Vespers Reached Out And Grabbed Me

I don't remember what it was he said, or what I said, or what it was that got us started, but something grabbed us and would not let us go, until our absorption was spent. I think it was something that Son #1 saw on the TV program he was watching--a brief instance of someone singing an old hymn. He... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 26, 2012

Who Was That Man?

"... From out of the past come the thundering hoof-beats of the great horse, Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again." Until I left my childhood home, was married and in my own home, I had never lived with a TV on the premises. My Dad refused to have one. He said it would make us lazy and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Pardon Me While I Blow My Nose

Thanksgiving week makes me feel the way that John Denver sings. I'm not sure I can explain that. There's just something about his warmth and nostalgia, his homey lyrics, that makes me feel as if I can experience once more the love, the laughter, the hugs, the sharing of the past with those who have... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 19, 2012

That's What I Get!

My personal policy is to not use other people's material without giving credit where credit is due, or getting permission from the person responsible for that which I would like to share. I failed to do what I believe people should do because I got carried away with what I thought was funny. That's... Sign in to see full entry.

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Letter To God

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Wednesday, November 7, 2012

What's That?

I've got a pretty good long-term memory (short-term is lacking), but try as I may, I can't remember when I first noticed my feet. I do remember taking off my shoes and socks a lot when I was pretty small. It sticks in my mind because I was fussed at for it. I remember learning to tie my shoestrings... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, November 2, 2012

It's Been A Long Time

Il y a longtemps que je t'aime Jamais je ne t'oublierais. Yes, I've loved you for so long, how could I possibly ever forget you? If the moon should cease to shine in the midnight sky, if fluffy clouds were forever banished, if stars nevermore twinkled and flashed, and water ran up hill, it would... Sign in to see full entry.

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