Tag: Monochrome-Madness
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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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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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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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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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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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Writing a Memoir for My Family
Writing A Memoir For My Family I’m writing a memoir/family history (from my personal journals, memories, and family stories I heard while growing up) for my children and theirs. I wish my parents and grandparents had done this for my generation. It is an explanation of the paths I chose or, for whatever reason, was…
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