Tag: Commentary
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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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Memoir – continued – Dad
This section comes from the stories I heard growing up. First, a little bit about my dad’s formative years. Then the same for my mother, their first years together, and the story of our move from Mom’s childhood home to where we’d spend most of my youth. Dad He was named Theodore, born midway through…
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My Memoir – continued
Some Probable Causes The following undoubtedly contributed to many of the outcomes expressed throughout my adult life, along with some inattention, obliviousness, perversity, perhaps some laziness, and just plain stupidity on my part. C’est la vie. Martial Arts, music, finding my own artistic voice, and (later as I’ve aged) painting have been the major pursuits…
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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…
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Kent State – Remember
May 4th, 1970, The Ohio National Guard murdered four students at Kent State, and I snapped. I joined the marches… It was my rage over all the murders and the helpless futility I felt at the deaths of Hendrix, Joplin, Morrison, and others. They were called O.D.s, but what is death by overdose? The use…
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S.O.S.
Concieved while working on my Memoir – Family History: During WWII, my dad was a radio operator on a Merchant Marine Tanker supplying the US Navy’s War Machine in the south Pacific. During wartime, the Merchant Marine becomes an Auxilary of the Navy. Dad received his training to become a radio operator at Great Lake…
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Introduction to My Memoir
Introduction It’s been an interesting adventure, _ _ years to date. While much of this journey has been difficult, there have been some very good times along the way. I’ve been looking over my journals, trying to decide what to share and what should be left shrouded in the mists of time. As a practical…
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