From The Past

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Saturday, January 19, 2013

"Mashed Potatoes" Wasn't Something You Eat

How much time, as a teen, did I spend snapping these in and out of my 45's and spinning them with my friends and breaking out into a jitterbug, or swing, Lindy, the rock'n'roll, boogie-woogie or Bop? I'll never know, but it was a lot, whenever my Dad wasn't home....He liked lots of silence.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 17, 2013

Lost Dinosaur

No one ever found Starke's dinosaur remains in the middle of the wastelands of Kansas, south of WaKeeney and West of Utica, after he died in that crash. Not even Son can find it even though he was helping work on one of the dinosaur's feet with a little brush. It is such a vast, empty, rocky place... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 6, 2013

Disney Forever

Ever since Grandson Phil was a tiny baby he has loved anything Disney. In a month, he will be 27 years old (physically) but remains ever and always about two mentally and socially. He still is mad about anything Disney (or things of that caliber). One of his most favorite activities is to watch any... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 13, 2012

The Rest Of The "As I Remember It" Tale

On the banks of the Roubidoux, near the Big Spring, on the Kickapoo Trace, in the beautiful Ozarks of Missouri is Waynesville, the seat of Pulaski County. The old county courthouse sits in the middle of town, a 1903 austere brick building with stark courtrooms furnished with hard oak pews and rails... Sign in to see full entry.

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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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