The Way We Were: Time Marches
I only have a few minutes of peace and reflection at the computer-with-coffee this morning. The reason is dental.A gold crown came off while water-picking. As seems to be typical of dental emergencies,...
View ArticleHolman Elementary 1954 – 1962: First Grade
I would never have spent my morning pages last week doing this had not I been prompted by a classmate who was penning some memories of those times for his grand children. We both attended Minnie Holman...
View ArticleHolman Elementary 1954 – 1962: 2nd and 3rd Grade
Second Grade: Ms Barnes 1955-6• The first thing I always remember about Ms Barnes was that she came to my house, and I was not in trouble. It was my seventh birthday party. You don’t forget stuff...
View ArticleHolman Elementary 1954 – 1962: 4th and 5th Grades
This would have been 1958-9. Other installments in the series (hang with me, we're more than half way now) are linked at the end of this chapter.Four Grade: Ms Long• I have copious memories of Ms....
View ArticleHolman Elementary 1954 – 1962: Sixth Grade
This was perhaps my most traumatic year of grade school. And my mother corrects me: the Scent of Death was Tabu. On the plus side, it would be the beginning of the decade of coming of age music. But...
View ArticleHolman Elementary 1954 – 1962: 7th and 8th Grades
I'm not sure the world is a better place for having shared these moss-covered and faded reflections, but there you go. You're done. No more. Until the next wave of remembery.Seventh Grade: Ms Griffith•...
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To Us a Child is Born
“The Herdmans were absolutely the worst kids in the history of the world. They lied and stole and smoked cigars and used the Lord's name in vain. They hit little kids and cussed their teachers and set...
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Fold-Down Ink-Well Desks. And Sweater Fuzz
This was the first Story Challenge I put up on my high school's 50th reunion page. It got no love. So I put it up here--again--for a few blog passersby. Turns out I had told this tale on the blog in...
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Reprise: Of Memories and Hopes and Golden Dreams
Once upon a time, there was a strange farmer of Erehwon. He gathered his curiosities, his precious things–momentary objects that held his attention and delight–and hoped others might wander down his...
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FOUNDATIONS
The footprint of an old tobacco barn, with the New Road beyond We got to poking around (again) around the edges of this semi-permanent feature down the valley and around the bend from the house. We...
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