Tag: Monochrome-Madness
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Lynn – Part 7 – Ian is Born – Memoir Continued
Ian Is Born Once we had moved in and lived at the farm for a while, Lynn became pregnant again. Our friend from the hospital, Joe, again supplied us with first aid, medical supplies for the birth. Yes, Mom was furious again that I was to deliver another baby at home. Again, Lynn insisted. But…
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Lynn – Part 6 – Memoir Continued
Lynn – Part 6 My brother, Guy, came up for a visit from OU in Athens, OH. He had been discharged from the Air Force earlier that year and was going to school on the G.I. Bill. One of his classes was beginning photography, and we were out in the front yard setting up different…
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Silence in Motion
Silence in Motion an inky void sashaysthrough the sunrise longshadows on stealthycat’s paws from beneath the grapefriuttree, across the porchto the fountain’sreservor takes a long drinkthen some personal grooming asbright yellow eyes peer through thescreen door for any canine objections –LE
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Lynn – Part 5 – Memoir Continued
Kristen Is Born In ‘72, Lynn became pregnant. She was totally absorbed in the ‘Way’ by then. The local leader and his wife were into natural, home delivery child birth. Lynn claimed that it would bond her and me together like nothing else and was determined that I should deliver the baby. I was skeptical,…
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Lynn – Part 4 – Memoir Continued
Religious Complications Lynn never mentioned that she was religious, although she did have a ‘New Jerusalem Bible’, which she said was Catholic and that she just liked having it to document things in. We considered ourselves to be ‘spiritual’, but not religious. At least, I thought we did… WRONG! I had given up on religion…
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Lynn – Part 3 – Memoir Continued
Lynn – Part 3 Lynn had a friend at LC3 who was a young Catholic priest, not much older than me. He agreed to marry us, so we set the date. I think we set it for September ‘71. It was held by the river in Beaver Creek Reservation Amherst, OH. Dale played prior to…
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Late August, Morning Ride
Late August, Morning Ride Sol rising, 20 degrees off thehorizon casting long shadowsalong the path, barcoding thebarios we’re rolling through sunward, the bone-dry riverbottom, half submerged inshadow twitches with lifeferal, stealthy, waiting ring-ding-ding bwaaah ring-ding-ding bwaah of under-powered motorbike playingchicane in morning traffic homeless sprawl across thepath in underpasses, accidentswaiting to happen, carelessof themselves and…
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Lynn – Part 2 – Memoir Continued
Lynn – Part 2 We started hanging out and partying with Dale K., whom I mentioned meeting at the LCCC coffeehouse, and his girlfriend, Kathy, and Fred and his girlfriend, Ellen K., whom I had known in high school. She was in my graduating class and played oboe in the orchestra and in the marching…
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Lynn – Part 1 – Memoir Continued
Lynn – Part 1 I was jamming with a couple of other guitarists in the empty choir room. The music in the air, flowing down the hallways, drew in a few curious spectators. One of them was Linda C., my old red-headed coffeehouse nemesis. To my surprise, she didn’t give me a hard time. In…
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Back to School – Memoir Continued
Back to School, the Coffeehouse, and School-life as Usual Things at school pretty much returned to ‘normal’. Cindy was gone, and I resumed my school, coffeehouse, and performance schedules. During this time, I met and became friends with Fred K., known by many as ‘Bummer Fred’. He came into the Program Board meeting room while…
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