Celebrating Decades of Living

Recently my dad celebrated his ninety-first birthday. While that seems like a long time in some ways, it is not so very long ago in other ways, it seems to me. Let me explain. That is nine decades—in 1926, when he was born in Guatemala City, the travel was by train generally around the country. [...]

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Time gets away from us

Today, a potential client of mine died. His granddaughter really wanted to get his story in video form so she, her husband, and their yet-to-be-born children could enjoy Poppy’s wisdom and humor. Her grandfather wanted to wait until he felt stronger from the cancer ravaging his body. He was going to get started just as [...]

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Baby Chicks and Springtime Stories

The flowers are pushing through the brown dirt and the trees are bright with pink and white flowers. The redbuds are showing their deep red as the birds sing merrily. The woodpeckers are busy at work on the pine trees. Afternoon thunderstorms assure us that winter is past and spring has arrived. The temperature will [...]

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Diary Treaures

The art of regularly keeping a diary is rare. Most of us write entries for a while during a momentous time in our lives, both good and tragic. My grandfather died decades ago and his belongings included a slender diary with 1918 embossed in gold on the front cover. Milton grew up to work with [...]

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Kitchen Table Memories

Today I begin a fourteen-day adventure. Won’t you join me? We are going through the house, thinking about each room. So, we start today with the kitchen table. The decorators and real estate agents call it the kitchen alcove. Politicians say people talk about issues around the kitchen table. I don’t know about all that [...]

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The Day I Was Most Proud Of Daddy

My dad has been dead a long time but I remember when I was most proud of him. Daddy grew up poor in the country with his parents and his eight brothers and sisters. Of course, they didn’t know they were poor; they were rich with family and friends. They were tobacco farmers and did [...]

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Sorrow and Hope

Today I’m thinking about sadness. When my grandfather died, my father said to me, “I just thought I would not have to give up someone else this year.” Those were some of the saddest words I have ever heard. Mother had died the July before and now it was January and we were standing in [...]

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