Category: Commentary
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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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Following the Job of a Railroad Man – Memoir continured
Following the Job of a Railroad Man Dad had gotten a job on the railroad, for which he traveled back and forth across the state. He decided that Bellefontaine was a more convenient place to work from with his new job. So, at age three, we moved to Bellefontaine, Ohio. We lived there in a…
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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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Death to My Hometown – Bruce Sprinsteen
Death to My Hometown by Bruce Springsteen Oh, no cannonballs did fly, no rifles cut us downNo bombs fell from the sky, no blood soaked the groundNo powder flash blinded the eye, no deathly thunder soundBut just as sure as the hand of God, they brought death to my hometownThey brought death to my hometownNo…
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Memoir Continued – Taken In
Taken In By Paternal Grandparents We were taken in by my paternal grandparents (William and Dora). They converted their large chicken coop into a small cottage, where we lived for our first couple of years in Ohio. My grandparent’s place was located out on Antrim Road, technically in Elyria, but just south of the Lorain…
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Memoir Continued – The Move
The Move From Boston to Lorain At the tender age of 6 weeks, I was bundled up and packed into Dad’s flashy, vintage 1917 rag-top Buick Roadster; and we set out across the mountains of Massachusetts, New York, and Pennsylvania, on what was called, the Old Mohawk Trail, and finally into Ohio several days later,…
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Dubious Ties – Memoir Continued
Dubious Ties? From shortly after their marriage, and until mid ’47, Mary and Ted ran a dry cleaning store in Dorchester, a suburb of Boston. One of the stories from that time is that there were ‘numbers’ run out of the basement or back room of the business by the local chapter of “the mob,”…
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The Colors Spell of Life
The Colors Spell of Life emotions color thewhole-cloth of our livesis love white, pink, perhapsblood-red… loveone degree north of hate is averice the greenof envy or does green indicate a love of nature all fauna yet anotherdegree of love anger may be crimsonor perhaps ultravioletrage just low energy segments of the color spectrum woven in so we sing the…
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Memoir Continued – Mom
Mary Mary had been a sickly child, with complications from scarlet fever. She was not expected to live a normal (or long) life. Mary was very religious, based on a strict Baptist upbringing by her mother. Her father, though officially Irish Catholic, didn’t interfere in the religious training of his five children by his wife,…
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