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
Childhood Reading
Memory of the Day: Thinking about reading today. Could be because my TV season is over for the summer and there isn’t anything I am interested in watching tonight so I’ll retire to our back porch and read. Books were always pretty readily available at our house. Brother Wayne was the real reader in… Continue reading Childhood Reading
Little Cabin in the Woods
Memory of the Day. Sometimes these memories just invade my mind and I seem to have no choice but to write. House calls used to be more common than today, though virtual house calls seem to be the coming thing. My dad was a chiropractor in a small agricultural community in North Louisiana for… Continue reading Little Cabin in the Woods
Eating South and North
A new Memory of the Day. Eating in the South and the North. I grew up in the farming community of Oak Grove, LA. My grandparents owned a farm in West Carroll Parish, just outside the town. I never knew just how many acres they had, but it was sufficient to keep my grandfather, Edgar… Continue reading Eating South and North
Cold War Crisis
Memory of the Day. Cold War Crisis. I’ve mentioned before that not all my memories are from Oak Grove and West Carroll Parish. I’ve lived on 3 different continents, in 3 different countries, and 7 states. Not to mention the number of countries and states my wife Nancy and I have visited. Our older daughter… Continue reading Cold War Crisis
Bad News Doesn’t Improve With Age
Memory of the Day: Bad News Doesn’t Improve with Age. Back in the day, my brother Wayne and I were pretty much unsupervised for most of the day when we weren’t in school. Things were different in the 1950s and early 1960s. We knew what expectations were and our greatest fear wasn’t punishment, but being… Continue reading Bad News Doesn’t Improve With Age
