Memory of the Day. OGHS has had many glorious seasons since 1963, but this is the team that started it. This is my memory of how it came to be. If yours is different, post it. Coach Woody Boyles came to OGHS about the time I was in 6th grade. Could have been 5th… Continue reading In The Beginning: A Football Story
Memory of the Day: A Day in the Life of a Pentagon Staff Officer
Another story to share with you in a Memory of the Day. This photo shows from left to right, Lieutenant General Sydney T. Weinstein (Tom to his friends, General to me), that’s me in the Class A uniform, and I am flanked by my beautiful wife Nancy and my brother Wayne. Side note, this was… Continue reading Memory of the Day: A Day in the Life of a Pentagon Staff Officer
MEMORY OF THE DAY: MY FAITH JOURNEY
I struggled with beginning this story. Any faith journey is very personal and I am still not sure I am comfortable posting this for the world to see. Still, I keep telling myself that this is really for my grandkids and it is part of my story that they should see. I don’t have a… Continue reading MEMORY OF THE DAY: MY FAITH JOURNEY
MEMORY OF THE DAY: PATRICK’S STORY
PATRICK’S STORY A few weeks ago I posted a story about Newton Lawrence Huff, my great, great grandfather on the Huff side of the family. Newton was a captain in the Confederate Army, an infantry company commander and he, along with two of his sons fought the Yankees at Shiloh. So I figure that a… Continue reading MEMORY OF THE DAY: PATRICK’S STORY
MY LIFE, BY THE POUND
The irony is that when you need it you can’t get it and when you don’t you can’t get rid of it. Life can be funny. I spent the early part of my life trying to gain weight. I was particularly obsessed with gaining weight in high school because I figured it might be useful… Continue reading MY LIFE, BY THE POUND
Summer on Philley Lane
Memories are funny things. Some memories cross over events. Some of this story I have written in other memories, but the memories cross over and support this story as well. I hope it recalls some of your memories for you. It was August 1956. I was 10 and brother Wayne was 7. Sister Kellye… Continue reading Summer on Philley Lane
Take Me Out To The Ball Game
Memory of the Day. Someone asked me today about where I find peace. Of course there is peace to be found at church, particularly when I go to the altar for the Eucharist, but there is another place and this is how I described it. The baseball park. Go to a game. I prefer… Continue reading Take Me Out To The Ball Game
