Category: Art
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A Delinquent at Six – Memoir Continued
A Delinquent at Six I had been walked to school a couple of times by my Mom. After that, I was expected to walk with other kids from the neighborhood heading to school. I did that for a while. One day, I decided on a new plan. When I left the house, I circled around…
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Elyria for a Year – Memoir Continued
Elyria for a Year That was the year I started school, Edison Elementary School, first grade. Miss Beady was my teacher’s name… I think; I was so traumatized by the experience that my memories of that year are more like the slow-motion running, the unfamiliar surroundings and quagmires of a bad dream, a nightmare you…
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Past Professions
Initiated by the WordPress prompt… Past Professions I’ve worked as aplumber aroofer astrummer ashort order cookawaiter acarpenter atechnicalwriteramachinist aqc inspector aprogrammer ateacher anma instructorajack of trades amaster of none asix-decadewage-slave careerfinally done –LE
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Teddy Joins the Family and Yeager Rd – Memoir Continued
Teddy Joins the Family and Yeager Rd – Memoir Continued Shortly after that incedent in Beaver Park, certainly within the year, we moved again, to a finished, or partially finished, basement on Yeager Rd., also in Lorain or its outskirts, on the southwest side of the town. It was rather countrified with a long curving…
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Back to Lorain – Memoir Continued
Back to Lorain – Memoir Continued No explanation for the move was forthcoming, but I assume it was because Dad had found another job, in or close to his old hometown. So sometime after my fourth birthday, we moved to a little cottage in Beaver Park overlooking Lake Erie. The park was on the northwest…
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Into the Void – Memoir Continued
Into the Void Dad was playing softball for one of the local league teams. He was to play this day, which was warm and sunny, a perfect day for a ball game. There would be friends there to watch me during the game. Then we would have a picnic and later an ice cream cone.…
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End of a Promising Dance Career – Memoir Continued
End of a Promising Dance Career I must have been very young. I associate this event with the time we lived in Bellefontaine, circa 1950. My mother had taken me to a dance class during the day (I only remember going to one such class). I think I had a pretty good time in class;…
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Wisdom’s Ancient Wells
Wisdom’s Ancient Wells wells of wisdomhow many are thereonly oneorone for each culturecivilizationcreed orpersuation how many ‘truths’are thereonly onewho decides“whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.” –Nietzsche does it not benefit usto reexaminerethink our sourses our fundimentals from time to timea healthy skepticism tohelp avoid the entropy…
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The Dawntreader by Joni Mitchell
The Dawntreader by Joni Mitchell Peridots and periwinkle blue medallionsGilded galleons spilled across the ocean floorTreasure somewhere in the sea and he will find whereNever mind their questions, there’s no answer for The roll of the harbor wakeThe songs that the rigging makesThe taste of the spray he takesAnd he learns to giveHe aches, and…
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Red Dirt Girl
Red Dirt Girl by Emmylou Harris Me and my best friend LillianAnd her blue tick hound dog Gideon,Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shadeSingin every song the radio playedWaitin for the Alabama sun to go downTwo red dirt girls in a red dirt townMe and LillianJust across the line and a little southeast…
