About this time of year, five years ago, a dream of mine came true. I was able to go on a trip to Alaska, where I then met up with two older brothers and two nephews. It was a glorious trip with absolutely perfect weather and no mosquitoes. That’s right, no mosquitoes, or any otherContinue reading “Time flies”
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Miscellaneous thoughts and mimeographs
Another day, another early morning spent reading the news (depressing, as usual) while sipping a cup of coffee. I’m getting used to being somewhat scatterbrained most days and this post reflects that reality with some miscellaneous thoughts. I learned last night that the wife of one of my cousins, whom I’ve never met, died inContinue reading “Miscellaneous thoughts and mimeographs”
Secrets and lies and photographs
Fifty years ago, a split happened in the Christian fellowship that my family was a part of going back at least two generations. The split was catastrophic, literally and figuratively tearing apart and destroying families all over the world, separating husbands from wives, parents from children and grandchildren, siblings from siblings, frequently by force. InContinue reading “Secrets and lies and photographs”
Free range childhood
Each day, one of our kids goes for a run, walk, or bike ride in the early morning as a way to keep busy and try to feel less anxious and depressed. That’s a good thing, of course, but I worry constantly about safety, and I keep looking at the Find My… feature on myContinue reading “Free range childhood”
Songs in the brain
The power of music and song is amazing. There are songs and types of music I heard a lot during my growing up years that instantly recall specific times and places. These are songs in the brain, just like snapshots. Examples: Pretty much anything by John Denver Roy Clark singing “The Green, Green Grass ofContinue reading “Songs in the brain”
More snapshots in the brain, part 2
For an 18 month period when I was 3-4 years old, my family went through some difficult times. These were set within a larger, traumatic backdrop that I won’t take time to explain here. Some of my snapshots are mere glimpses of the mundane, while others are more dramatic and memorable. At this point, myContinue reading “More snapshots in the brain, part 2”
More snapshots in the brain, part 1
When I was three, my family moved from a small farm town in the middle of nowhere to a large city several hundred miles away where my mother was born and raised. For a time, we lived in my maternal grandparents’ basement until my parents bought a house a few blocks down the street. HereContinue reading “More snapshots in the brain, part 1”
Snapshots in the brain
On a stormy night, my mother takes a call from my father asking her to pick him up at the farm. He apparently stayed late to get some chores done. I go with her and sit in the far back, in the flat cargo area of a navy blue Ford Galaxy station wagon. When weContinue reading “Snapshots in the brain”
The OW Factor 