Tag: history
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Joe The Crow – Another Memoir Memory
Joe The Crow When I was a childWe bird-sat a crow named JoeHis real name unknownExcept to other crows Uncle Bob left him with usFor a couple of yearsWhile he was deployed to JapanThough mom wasn’t a fan Joe could imitate her dog-callBy name and whistleCrows can imitate soundsAnd words, make you bristle Before Joe,…
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Warmshowers – 3/3 – A Memoir Memory
The Erie Canal Towpath We do miss the lovely trails around our former home in Northern Ohio. Our favorite was the canal towpath which ran from Lake Erie in Cleveland to Akron (a distance of about 30 miles) This continuous strip of land was quite narrow in places and mostly followed the Erie Canal through…
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Warmshowers – 2/3 – A Memoir Memory
Our Houseguests Arrived As we waited for our guests to arrive, the sky darkened ominously and I tried to figure out if it was a wiser decision to ask three total strangers to sleep in our house, or allow them to possibly drown if our backyard flooded. Ultimately, I reminded myself that ax murderers hardly…
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Warmshowers – 1/3 – A Memoir Memory
Warmshowers This section was written by Tina. It happened a couple of years after I retired and moved to Ashland. Warmshowers is an international group that gives travelers (usually cross-country bicyclists) a place to stay for a night or two at no charge. They have an app that allows you to contact individuals who are…
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A Father’s Day Memory
This is a tribute to my father, who died the next year from a heart attack, which was a complication of Parkinson’s… Father’s Day Sitting at the kitchen table (Dad’s desk),I flick the lighter and linger under each of our cigars. After the lighting puffs, a couple of long drags,Rolling the heavy smoke, savoring its…
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Sand Painting – Memoir Memory
Sand Painting Colored sand seeps inSanding me through open mindMandela gazing –LE Back in the late ‘90s, we went to the Cleveland Museum of Art to see a demonstration of Tibetan Sand Painting. Buddhist monks sat on the floor of the gallery making intricate mandalas on the floor before them with colored sand, placing each…
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Michael Hedges Concert – A Memoir Memory
We were sitting in the left balcony, third section from the stage, front row… They were great seats! We were lucky, it was a sold out concert. Micheal Hedges Concert When Ian was in high school, 10th or 11th grade, we went to a concert at Finney Chapel at Oberlin college in Oberlin, Ohio, featuring…
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Memoir – Some Final Thoughts
Some Final Thoughts This is the first in a series of final thoughts as I close-out my memoir. There could be more, but this is probably the most important, and may well be the end, finis… Existence – Why – What IS the Point? IS there a point? You may not want to read this.…
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A Delinquent at Six – A Memoir Memory
I published this in my memoir last year, but I thought it would be fun to bring it back to show what a cool cucumber I was at age six–NOT! 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…
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Memorial Day 2024
A reprise of a memoir memory for today’s remembrances. 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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